And then, I gently sucked his thumb into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, bobbing my head lightly. ‘Oh, god, Moira..’ Slowly and methodical...y, I sucked each of his fingers as if they were small cocks-running the tip of my tongue along the nail, kneading the knuckle insistently between the roof of my mouth and my tongue, before slowly withdrawing it from my mouth while still sucking on it. I smiled impishly at him. ‘Better?’ In reply, his hand gravitated to his cock as if by some magnetic. ’ Jennifer reached up, pulled his head to her lips and whispered to him. ‘Thank you, my prince. Thank you for a wonderful night. Cinderella must sleep before she turns into a mouse.’ Kissing him lightly she entered her bedroom and closed the door. Peter noted it was unlocked. Late Sunday morning Peter sat at the breakfast table with piles of the Sunday editions of Sydney papers on the table. He had coffee made and a light breakfast ready for Cinderella when she awoke. At last, his wait was. He hops back up onto the edge of the desk, crossing his legs. He sits there, stroking his thighs, and begins to cross and uncross them like Sharon Stone from Basic Instinct. I get up, and before I know what I'm doing, I'm stood in front of him, his knees together, and I begin to run my hands along his legs, feeling the soft nylon on my palms. The tights, obviously belong to his younger sister, as they don't fit him fully. At this point, my eyes almost bulge out of my sockets. He's wearing a. .blue." Somewhere, a man spins her around in his strong arms. Dances her tightly against him; and suddenly he is skin, warm, hard, urging at her. "Blue..." She straddles his hips, a smile as wild and rare as any blossom sketches her face in beauty; her throat rises and faints back, chin high, hair riffling; his cock buried inside her. Scratch marks fleck his body from her passions; and the head of his cock, almost painfully swollen, is dark shadowed purple as its cleaves the pink seahsell.