"I thought Don was gonna kill me, that night in bed, after we'd taken all those pictures." Well, I really meant it about taking a lot fewer shots this...time," I reminded her. "But I've got some definite ideas for poses. They're gonna be hot ones!" You going to get Tad involved?" Is the Pope Catholic?" I said. "I think ol' Tad's gotten a little more comfortable about it, now that you and Don have seen his teeny-tiny little pecker and didn't laugh at him." Don't you ever talk that way, Cathy!". I cup the oil in my hands and begin a rhythmic glide up and across your shoulders and back down along your sides. I can feel the tension starting to ebb from your body as I increase the rhythm of my strokes…down to the tops of your panties – my fingers dancing lightly under the waist and I hear a slight moan escape your lips. I work my way up to your neck and my fingers dance along the sensitive skin along the top of your shoulder up to your hairline and back down to your back. As I work to. Her dress was a little strapless green number that barely covered her breasts and only went down to mid-thigh. It was kind of tight too, it left nothing of her curves to the imagination. The whole thing was completed with a very sexy pair of black heels. "You like," she asked.I could only nod and gulp. I was ready to explode and I could feel myself standing there licking my lips. At the slightest permission I think I would have jumped her and taken her wherever we happened to fall first. Emma. She was fascinated by this bulging, hard stick, that pointed straight up. As she stared intently at his tool, she stopping just short of grabbing it.Her eyes drop down to take in that funny lose sack that dangled between his legs and rested on the bed. Gently, she reached down and picked up his testicles, exploring each new wonder. After she had investigated each fold and lump, she eagerly allowed her hands to find and lock themselves around the base of his slowly throbbing penis. While still.