Taking her finger, she began to run it lightly up and down in the wetness between Kathryn’s cunny lips, pressing a little harder until her finger wa... almost buried out of sight between the slick plump lips, dragging back and forth over her clit with each stroke. Finally speaking, she said. “Kathryn, I have decided that you are going to be my own private pussy. You will do as you are told, and in return, I will give you indescribable pleasure. Would you like that, my sweet pussy?” Kathryn heard. Your chest, your arms," she stammered, as her eyes roamed over my heaving body."Let me see you," I said, placing a hand on each shoulder and then moving them over her back and arms and sides and bare stomach, testing the muscles under her skin, and finally feeling the tremor that coursed through her as I slid my hand over her skin under her belly button. Kneeling before her I grasped each leg in turn, slowly running my hands over her calves, her quads, her hamstrings and then onto her firm. Then, Marissa had been galvanized into panicked action when Benji leaned in and whispered, “Fuck, Mrs. Weiss. I just knew there was a desperate slut under all that polish.” She was mortified, in the grip of endless embarrassment. There was a chuckle in his voice as he continued, “I really hope we get to do this again.” On a strangled cry, she'd finally managed to shove him off. A quick, clumsy move had her banging her head into the wall as she'd pulled up her shorts, then she'd shot off the. Mom, were you adopted when you were a baby?”My mom sounded surprised; this was clearly the last question she had expected.“Yes, I was. My birth mother was fourteen when she got pregnant, and my parents – the ones who raised me – thought they couldn’t have children. They’d been trying for years with no results, and trust me, nobody expected Josh to happen.”“So you and Josh aren’t blood relatives?”My mom was quiet and I almost heard the click of connections in her mind over the many miles and.