He then dabbed the dressing onto the wound, cleaning the area from any infection. Unrolling a fresh bandage, he reached out to cover the cut. With my ...and raised, I stopped him halfway from finishing his task.“I would like to see it, please?” I asked.“Are you sure? It’s not a pretty sight,” he warned me.I nodded my head. “I have to see it sooner or later,” I repliedThe priest revealed a hand mirror from inside the First Aid bag. He was sceptical on handing it over to me, a few seconds later he. ‘Yes I have,’ I answered. ‘Tommy,’ she asked softly, ‘If you want to you can smell my feet anytime. I’ve met fellows like you before. In fact, I rather enjoy it when a man, or even a boy such as you, pays attention to my feet.’ With that I took hold of her ankle and mashed her soft wrinkled sole full to my face. She flexed her toes under my nose which caused the most satisfying aroma to fill my nostrils. ‘Ahhh, that’s a good boy,’ she said, ‘sniff between my little toes. That’s it honey, make. Kyle slid his hands up my legs, behind my knees and pushed my thighs wide apart. Still on his knees, he began fucking me in long, slow strokes, going as deep as he could, sliding nearly all the way out of me and then plunging deep into me again. Slowly he began to quicken his pace and the force of his thrusts. His eyes did not leave mine the entire time.I laid there enjoying every second of it. I was moaning and gasping as little waves of orgasms rippled outward from my vagina through the rest. Still erect, Roman lay on top of Janet and entered her slowly, filling her completely with a single deep thrust. The urgency of his lust snatched her breath away. Taking his thickness completely, she thrust back at him, knees pulled up, heels hooked on the backs of his thighs, and they slowly rocked together. His thusts became short and more urgent, more push than thrust, since he was buried so deeply inside of her already. Then he withdrew. He slathered some lube on his cock and some on.