I like being able to reach into her jeans (which I do, all the time), and find nothing between my hand and her snatch. When she's wearing a skirt, I l...ke being able to reach under it and stroke her bush no matter where we are.But while she never wears panties, she wears a bra, 24/7. Weird, right? Her reason for the bra is that she doesn't want her tits to sag. Well, that's great, but she has implants. Her tits are fantastic without a bra. If I was a chick with tits like hers, I'd never put a. "You OK?" I called out and said I was fine. "Oh, my goodness! I was scared! I woke and you were not in sight. I was not sure what had happened. I am so glad you are OK", she said as I climbed up the swim ladder at the stern of the boat. As I climbed up, there stood Cherie right in front of my face within inches of her crotch and I might add barely covered at that crotch. She handed me a towel and gave me a little hug. “Why did you not wake me so I could help you do whatever needed to be done?",. Alas, as much as I wish it had, this never happened. This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my stories, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as. Pushing back trying to get the knot in, Kathryn became desperate, whimpering, and finally began to beg Ben for the knot, as the huge cock flashed into her like a jackhammer. Molly became wet, knowing what was coming, relishing her beautiful white slave reduced to begging for dog cock, unable to help herself.Molly left the room and returned with another dog, one that was more experienced, and less frantic than the rest. Leading him to Kathryn, she let him begin to lick her slave’s cunt, the.