“Touch my legs. I know you want to”. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I put one of her leg on my shoulder and caressed the other one. Starting w...th her feet, touching her foot in those high heels. Moving to her ankle and calf. Her pantyhose covered legs felt so good. I love the silky feel. I kept rubbing her calf up to her knee back and forth. She closed her eyes just enjoying it. I could see her pussy starting to get more wet. Then she took the big dildo. It had a vibrating feature so she. . and others were just... stuff. One morning, right after Riley had left, I wandered out to the garage. I was still kind of weak, and my head would spin time to time if I moved too fast, so I was taking it easy.Out in the garage I found my project. It was the bike that I had seen in my mind while in the hospital. I looked at it, and suddenly parts... just little bits and pieces started to come back to me. Not all, just a little thing here, a little thing there... different people, and different. Irfaan took his index finger and trailed a line from Fatima's mouth all the way down her gorgeous neck to rest it softly between her tits. She sucked in her breath and let it out in a whoosh, her chest rising and falling seductively against his finger. He teased in a low, deep voice,"Well, if you cum before I say so, I will have to use my belt to punish you for not listening to me and being a good little girl who does as she's told!"He then placed the cold buckle against her mouth and she. I sit down on the toilet, crying out in pain as I start to pee, my cunny still so sore. My grandpa stokes my hair as I pee, and his hand moves down and pushes my jumper up – roughly squeezing my puffy tiny titties: eliciting another sob from me. I finish peeing and get some paper to dry myself. My Grandpa snatches it from me and gets me to stand up so he can dry me.He pushes my legs wider so his hand and the paper can be rubbed back and forth. I am cringing as it’s so painful. He turns and.