”Megan said, “Isn’t she beautiful?”, She will be the bell of the ball.”Amethyst came around the corner form the back stairs and was caught o...f guard by what she saw. “Rachel, you are beautiful.” “Thank you, Amethyst. Your outfit is lovely also.”Amethyst’s skirt was made of the same material as Rachel’s and Megan’s but in a girlish fashion, above mid-thigh. The lace top was very much like theirs. However, there was nothing under it.Henry spoke up saying, “We don’t want to miss our reservation,. One night my voyeuristic streak was tapped, as I discovered where I had inherited it from, daddy.My mother was a free spirit, and her freedom meant many lovers, as I found out she bordered on nymphomania, daddy watched as a succession of men enjoyed my mothers gifts, often reducing him like it did me, to wanking himself as they fucked, and mother drained them dry, these men would leave, after having explored her body in ways their own wives could not contemplate.I was watching a Dutch movie and. He sat back in his chair, I eagerly climb back on top. Sliding down on that hard cock slowly, my juices already dripping down the sides of it. Gripping every glorious inch after inch of that gorgeous cock as it slides into my warm wet pussy. Hitting so right, as I bounce up and down wildly yet rhythmically. Each time closer and closer to my climax. He places one hand around my neck, gently squeezing. Our eyes locked. A great wave of pleasure starts to engulf my body. As I start to quiver he. Her hair was in a mess, like she had gotten royally fucked last night and didn’t fix it, and she had been royally fucked last night. “How do you feel this morning? You had a lot to drink last night.” “Oh, I’m alright, nothing a cup of coffee can’t fix.” Cindy sat down at the table and I made her a cup of coffee. After a few minutes of sitting there in silence I was going to say something when Cindy beat me to it. “About last night...” “Yes?” “The sex was amazing, I don’t know how many times I.