Mr. Johnson continued to trace his finger around my pussy lips and the entrance to my cunt, occasionally flicking my clit as he explored my pussy, pan...ing and mumbling about how beautiful and how wet I was and how much he loved my tight young cunt. Mr. Johnson then ran his tongue across the lips of my pussy, up and down the sides, gently poking between them. My whole body felt warm as I began to arch my back and spread my legs wider. I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than this as I. As she resumed her mission to swallow the aroused horse's huge cock, I wasn't surprised to find out that the wood handle slid right up my well lubricated teenage hole. It felt so good to take it so deep, as my pussy lips wrapped around its girth as if they were embracing it with love.My reverie was interrupted by Elliot making all kinds of strange noises, as Shay's head moved back and forth at a feverish pace. She sat up straighter and responded with panicked groans coming from deep in her. I looked down at the skirt where a continuous embroidered pattern of pinkand yellow flowers with green stems circled the bottom of it. I nervouslypulled up the dress and found a pair of bloomers covering..."Why am I wearing a diaper?" I asked nervously.I looked up to see Ivy had taken her shirt off and was only in a bra.Years of studying the human body basically numbed me to the sight ofbreasts, but I couldn't help but note just how big hers were in her bra.She was well proportioned, certainly. Just for fun, I hang your panties on my erect shaft. I smile at the memory of how you playfully pulled me by your panties round my cock from our lounge to our bedroom that time, as your willing sex slave. I let your panties fall. I pick them up and run their softness through my fingers. I love the underwear you wear, the soft cotton, the smooth shiny satin, above all the sheer see-through lace you wear especially for me.I lay naked on our bed. I open the album of pictures we’ve collected over.