Without thinking I added, 'I know whose arse I'd love to lay my hands on.'Sarah laughs again, properly this time, 'David! I didn't realise you were a ...irty old man.'I hold my hands up in the air. 'Guilty as charged,' I say, 'When I stop admiring beautiful young women like you then I'll be in, or at least ready for, my grave.'Suddenly she realises that I've called her beautiful. Sarah colours slightly, but responds. 'So you like looking at this?' she asks, wiggling her backside.By now my cock. Mom was in the bathroom I think, and Lisbeth was dressed for bed.Most parents grudgingly accept their children's sexuality blooming and becoming visible. They worry about them becoming sexually active, pregnant and so on. Their mode of dress is a concern as well. Are they modest without being prudish, or do they dress invitingly to see their peers' reaction?Lisbeth was wearing a translucent gown that hung to her knees, with several large buttons down the front. Before I could say a word, it was. ?I see you are already getting turned on by this Han. I can’t trust you with that cock hungry pussy of yours. That is why I think three rings through each of your pussy lips would do well to lock you up until I need you to be used.? Han nearly climaxed at the thought of endless arousal and denial as her Master marked her pussy lips. ?We can put in a small gauge ring through your clit, but I want to make sure we can weld it shut to make it permanent. We will keep your dog tag on that ring. That. She gasped as I ran my fingertip around her curve of her breast and pulled her in for another kiss. She looked at me and said, ‘I understand just what Mila means when she says that your touch is electric. You touch me and I’m wet.’ She took my hand and pressed it to the crotch of her panties and I could feel the dampness. There was a sign for a rest area a couple of hundred yards up the road so I pulled back onto the road and turned into the rest area. There were a few tables scattered about.