You know how I lost mine. Yeah to the Butchers son wasn't it? Or was it the milkman? You know full well it was to you my love. Replied Dawn. That's ri...ht said Sir Michael. The milkman came afterwards, he always was late coming. And it's no secret that when I was 21 my Father took me to see a Lady of horizontal refreshment. Said Sir Michael proudly. Feigning hurt Dawn said and you told me I was your first. No no and thrice no. Said Sir Michael. I said that you was the best Damn fuck I'd ever. Hungermight be the best spice but a good conversation over a meal added more toa meal. Janet was not only going to enjoy a nice bacon cheeseburger butalso be able to catch up with some people she hung out with.There was also the added bonus of Peter Sumner being part of that group.She fancied him more than she fancied someone else cooking for her at themoment. She was going to be able to talk with him in a more one-on-onesetting. Before, the only time they saw each other was at house. Her small round tits began to swell under his other hand. The large nipples hardened into rock-like firmness as he stroked her throbbing little honey-pot through the moist fabric of her panties, reveling in the perfection of her body, the incredible smoothness and softness of her tight flesh. Breathless squeals and her lithe, squirming body only aroused him more and his throbbing cock was demanding relief. ‘Santa magic is a wonderful thing.’ He mused as he unbuckled his large black belt from. I instantly feel a sharp pain coming from my nipple. I let go to see a faint bruise and a hard throbbing nipple. My hand reaching under my skirt I come into contact with my soaking pussy. Remembering where my panties are.. I wonder what your doing with them. I start to imagine that you, after sniffing and sucking my wetness off them, you wrap them around your cock. You start to tease your cock wanting this to last. You oil your hand and cock imagining that it's my hot wet pussy.... My.