I slide the palm of my hand over your nipple and I feel it harden and I gently roll it between my fingers as you moan so softly. I feel you press your...ass back against my mound and I slide my hand down over your tummy and cup your mound and press against you.I roll you on your back Leaning over you, I gently kiss your luscious soft lips. Light kisses, then a little firmer as my tongue presses against your lips. I feeel your lips part to accept my tongue into your mouth to meet yours. Our. My wholebody felt like it was crawling with sexual tension and my consciousness,what was left of it, was tenuous at best.But I still managed to watch her through hazy vision as she loweredherself, her vagina practically splitting in two on my magically-enhancedmember, her clenched eyes nearly bugging out of her head until, finally,she was down as far as she could go...at least, I assumed she was for shestopped lowering herself. There was still a good few inches remaining ofmy member beneath. Inside the box I found what had to be the finest handmade lingerie money could buy. A bespoke silk corset with hand embroidered lace, a thong so delicate it looked like it could melt, and an Italian leather paddle hand stitched and embossed with her monogram. At the bottom of the box was a crumpled up card that read: "Darling, you know you are my dream come true... dare I tempt the fates and ask you this indulgence in celebration of our ten years of marriage?"Mr. and Mrs. M were, by all. She said she had to see me right away, could I come over to her place, or would it be better if she came to the dorm. Even though, for all practical purposes, I am physically indistinguishable from the other girls in dorm and could pass almost unnoticeable anywhere except in a men's shower, I'm very self conscious about the way I look. I asked her if she could come to the dorm instead. Marybeth said she understood and agreed. When she arrived, she was in an extremely good mood. She.