She looks at me. First, as if worried, she pulls her eyebrows together. Then she smiles encouragingly at me before she casts her head upwards and to t...e side as if to say impatiently, "Come on -- get a move on!" I look at her, confused. Why doesn't she talk -- is she dumb? I feel like a little boy who is told by her mother to hurry to pee. The situation seems unreal, and I am uneasy, but my bladder is full, and this is not the first time a woman sees me pee so why not? I decide to follow her. Her cunt got even wetter then she put me inside of her. It was glorious. It was warm, wet and surprisingly tighter than it looked. She adjusted herself on my dick then rode me like a champion equestrian. I loved watching my dark cock disappear inside of her but every time it re-appeared the presence of her thick pussy cream coated it more and more. "Fuck this young cock is good!" Aunt Krista rode me in a rhythm that I didn't understand yet. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "It's a little more than that." Tell me the rest then," Felicia replied as he tossed her hair with herright hand.Eli took a deep breath before he replied, "I never wore women's clothinguntil, basically, the day your brother first walked into my office."Felicia gave Eli a confused look while she responded, "That's a bit of areally delayed onset..." It wasn't even based on some desire to wear it. It was all about astupid bet with my secretary that got way out of hand." Your secretary?" Yes." You. . you think he needs some sexual healing.”Jen kissed her neck again. “It works. Samantha’s been enjoying it quite a bit.”Triss expected her to add ‘and you too’, but she didn’t. Nice of her. But it was true, much as Triss used to be against the idea. Yeah, sex was awesome, and she was damn thankful every night she had Jen. The guilty feelings had faded, and now she felt comfortable leaning back and just enjoying Jen’s touch on her. And, hey, if she got a peep show of Othello and Madison, or Sam.