" "I can't wear this, Aunt Patricia would never allow it." said Natalie, almost sighing, her hands kept smoothing over the dress, then she started to ...ake if off, Bitsy could see the regret in her eye's. Laughing Bitsy said "leave your aunt to us, you just make sure that your in the carriage with your cape on and the hood pulled up." Natalie hugged the little wings, just once she wanted to feel soft, and womanly, was it so wrong to want to see admiration in men's eye's and know that look was. With delight, Amy began swinging it at Diane’s body with no particular pattern in mind. She was putting sufficient power behind the application of the belt that Diane, whose head was turned away from the whippers, didn’t even realize that the belt had changed hands.That was until Amy brought the leather strip down squarely on the slit between her step-sister’s legs. Diane let out a holler that could have awakened the neighborhood. Before Roger could say anything, Amy repeated the blow in. They came toward the house. When one stepped on the steps to the porch, I shot to kill and took that man down. They figured out that the shots weren’t coming from the house and fired into the woods though their shots indicated that they didn’t know where in the woods we were. I gave it a moment and killed another targeting one who seemed to be in charge.I picked out the next man taking charge and narrowly missed him. Two others fell when Misty and Sharon fired their rifles. That left two. I sit on the edge of the bed, the finger shaped jam and cream doughnuts opened on the bedside cabinet. You kneel between my open legs. You scoop out some filling with your finger, cradle my erection in the palm of the other hand and rub the cream and jam along my cock. The sensations are exquisite as you massage my cock between your hands, if this isn't enough you then take me in your mouth and lick and suck off the cream. My dilemna not knowing whether to close my eyes to enhance the sensuous.