They just kept going, both of them extremely turned on. Danny placed his index finger on Kayla’s ass hole. He knew better than to try and slide it ...n, but knew she wouldn’t mind if he just teased it a little. That must have been all she needed. She started to shake and buck her hips, as she grabbed at the sheets. Danny knew she was having one hell of an orgasm, and fucked her as hard and fast as he could. She tilted her head back and let out a long moan. That set Danny off. He pulled out. She had always felt her legs were her best feature, long and slender with curvaceous thighs and calves ending in trim, petite ankles and feet. After donning the dress, shoes. pierced earrings and diamond/silver necklace, she applied a hint of makeup and glanced once again at her reflection in the mirror. Never self absorbed, Sondra was nonetheless pleased by what she saw -- a stunning figure of a woman, elegant and chic with just the right touch of sensuousness, her curves sharply accentuated. One girl stripped off her clanking belt buckle pinned to its strap, slithered in jeans that hissed across the skin of her braying legs. Somehow without sight his hands weaved his own garments in quick succession seamlessly losing apparel in proportion to her own vanishing dirt-bag fashion. She moves in the darkness, shrugs and twists slightly but quickly. He writhes off her top, scoops both hands behind her back and claws her bra releasing the pearly skinned breasts that bob in the lost deep. His father would be angered if he caught him "snooping around", and would, more then likely, give John a beating. That was the one thing you could be sure of. His father was a firm believer in the benefit of a "good thrashing", as he would enthuse while dealing out the punishment, as though his father actually enjoyed it.It was his long professed "Christian Duty", and that was something John had learned was very important. Even his mother had received a thrashing when she did something out of.