At the same time I take the bunched fabric of her slip to raise it over her head and toss the wisp of cloth aside and leave her lovely body naked. Apa...t that is for her stockings supported by ornate silver garters.That slim but rounded body trembles as 'Shell's lips caress her flat belly, her smooth thighs, and then move to the shaven triangle of her vulva. Pressing my big breasts against her back I cup her breasts again as 'Shell eases apart her thighs to use her lips and tongue on a taut pink. She decided she would worry about that if the time ever came.They drifted into a deep slumber. After Christina was lightly snoring and obviously asleep Michael quietly dressed. His clothes were dry now, but he couldn't locate his boxer shorts in the dark. He decided it didn't matter and slipped away into the darkness. When Christina awakened the next morning, Michael was gone. She briefly wondered if he had even been there at all, but there was a delightful soreness between her thighs. She. INSTRUCTIONS ARE IN CAPITALS. If you have comments about the story or technique, you may e-mail us.To fully experience this story, you will need the following: at least four clothes pins, a length of rope, and a dildo.My wife's High School reunion was fast approaching and she did not want to go. All during High School she had been tormented by Barbara. Barbara was perfect, at least in her own mind, and she took great pains to put everyone else down. Erica, my wife, was one of her prime targets. Eighteen months after Samantha started at the office, her loosest pair of size 14 slacks gave up the ghost. As she sat down for lunch with her girlfriends, the front button on her pants was finally overwhelmed by the big, bouncy belly behind it -- with an audible thwiiiip! it popped off and went flying across the restaurant. Mortified, Sam turned beet-red as she struggled to suck in her gut, her mind racing, trying to figure out what to do, how to conceal it... until she felt a gentle, pudgy.