Then started sucking one by one. She started dancing, with higher hissing sound (She hissed into my ears, “Sir you are Magician – I can’t hold�.... While, I drank her breast, I pushed my hands thru her mini Skirt in and found that she dint have panties. (Clean shaved – came prepared?).I played outside for a while, then on the cunt, next one finger and then two fingers. Not much time, she flooded into my hands. I didn’t stop, few more strokes, again she flooded. Then she pulled my hands out, sat. I never turn pro since I broke my foot while trying to ride my boyfriend's motorcycle. I nevertheless still loved the game and play when I can.Once out of school however my playing time was limited because of work, but Tom (a sale's rep in the office next door) and I would play three times a week. We found a small private club near our offices. We both liked it since there were few weekday players there. Most of the time we had the club to just ourselves. Of course we sometime "played" more. A cuckoldress knows all too well of her cuckolds passions, but rarely what is subjectively felt in spirit. It should noted that her desires shape the spirit of the cuckold, and in return, shapes her own only vaguely - for the cuckold is the final entity to witness and bear the carnage in that abode of pleasure; the cuckoldress acts to amplify the transgressions into perpetual becoming. What the cuckold senses will transmute his being into bliss or ruin, which becomes his life long task to. .. Make love to me, my dearest Miri. Please, show me what I missed out on that day. Don't make me wait another half a year to find out..."All that Miranda could do, was press her lips against Misty's as her arms went about her beloved in a futile attempt to express her love, and to pour her passion into her lover."Show me," whispered Misty breathlessly, her head leaning back against Miranda's shoulder once more, her hands grasping Miranda's and moving them to her breasts so that her lover might.