You lower your lips in a teasing kiss. I lift my head and press back harder. Much harder. Your lips are soft and warm. They feel better than a man's... Our tongues dart in and out of each other and I hear myself give a muffled moan. We breathe in and out through each other, not wanting to break the contact.Our breasts press together. We are both so well endowed that there is little room for them between our petite frames. I'm hot, really hot and can feel the sweat beginning to start between. “I could put him in the nursery. He likes to sleep there because he feels like a big boy.”“Good idea,” I said.Elyse grabbed her robe and took Matthew and put him to bed in the nursery. She came back, dropped her robe and got back into bed with me.“Care to fuck ourselves senseless and then sleep in each other’s arms?”“I’d like that very much,” I said, pulling her to me.November 16, 1988, Chicago Illinois and Los Angeles, California“Thanks for remembering about Elyse’s birthday,” I said to Cindi. Wysong thought to herself, makes this whole day worthwhile.Once back home at Mrs. Wysong's, Julie looked at all her new clothes in wonder. Mrs. Wysong had thought of everything. Julie was now outfitted with clothes for every occasion—even with lacy slips, panties and bras."Julie, the clothes we had them ship from the store should be waiting for you by the time you get home. There may be other things you may wish to buy, but what you have here will get you started," Claire said."Craig wanted me. Does that matter as much as my mastery of not using my teeth when sucking Lamar’s penis, while darling Brearley canes my buttocks? I must admit, the first few times, after she whacked particularly hard, and I bit down, because the rattan had broken a blister on my left cheek, and Lamar howled in pain, things didn’t go so well for me—hanging by my balls for the rest of the evening from a chin-up bar in the basement.But now, no matter how many vicious swats I get, I can suck Lamar’s penis as.