Beth looked at her own innocent expression in the mirror, under the wig. Meanwhile Geraldine fixed a cycling helmet over her own chin. They exchanged ... secret smile. ‘I have to confess something,’ said Geraldine, with a guilty expression. She went to the closet and grabbed a sack. She emptied the load onto the bed. Tights. Many styles and shades. ‘I’ve been rescuing my friends and colleagues tights for years,’ she said. ‘There’s even a few pairs of my ex mother in law’s. Even a couple of pairs. I'm sure it twitched. Oh my god, it's growing. A part of me was quite proud to be having this effect on a younger man. I know at thirty-five I'm not exactly old but gravity is beginning to take effect and that still makes me quite a bit older than he is. In fact around the time he was being born I was giving my first blow-job. Fuck! Why did I think of that? I was now fighting a full-body betrayal. My nipples were rock hard, my pussy was wet and tingling and my mouth was salivating at the. I feel everything inside me start to shake, my muscles clench around his cock. He fucks me through my orgasm, drawing it out. My moans have become whimpers. I’m not sure if I want him to stop or keep going. He pulls on my hips, going deeper into me. He holds himself there as I gather myself again. He pulls me up, so I’m kneeling in front of him, my ass pressed against his pelvis, his cock still buried deep inside of me. I’m still coming down from my climax. His hand goes to my nipples while. It felt like I was being beaten with sharpneedles because the holly branch had such sharp prickles along all its leaves!He must have given me dozens of lashes across my breasts and my eyes filledwith tears. I tried very hard not to cry out but the tears were running down mycheeks. Somehow, I managed to stay still throughout the beating, holding myhands tightly behind my head and keeping my breasts thrust out. When he finallyfinished beating my naked breasts with the sharp holly he ordered me to.