Jennifer rode the wave of pleasure as Peter continued gently to savor her sex, both of them floating in a bubble of love. She was a slave to her femin...nity. Peter paused, lying still for a moment. He watched her eyes open before dropping his head to clamp his mouth yet again to her sex. She groaned, ‘Peter let me rest.’ He couldn’t hear her. His attention was on her delight and her legs were tight against his ears. Lapping her wetness, his tongue sucked her honey into his mouth, searching her. "Ohhhh, you beast, what are you doing to me?" she sobbed, fucking herself with the imitation cock, ramming it right up her cunt; holding it so tightly to her fuck-hole that her fingers slid over her clit, adding to her excitement."Bring yourself off," Dean said, grinning nastily."Please, no!" Gillian moaned, shoving the vibrator in, then letting it slip on down until she rammed it in again. She spread her legs even wider. Her free hand was playing with her clit; rubbing the hard bud, letting. When she had completed Jim's femininemake over, she pulled the towel that she had used as a makeshift capefrom his slender shoulders and stepped back to admire her work. All thetime Karen was working on Jim, Maria sat watching, increasinly transfixedas Jim disappeared and was slowly replaced by a pretty young girl. Themake-up Karen had used on Jim was full yet subtle, except around hiseyes, which she had done in a seductively smokey manner. Maria knew thatthe look was a bit heavy for this time. They won't be here for hours.I stepped out on the veranda. No one could see me, though for a second I thought maybe it wouldn't be bad if they could. Barest hint of a breeze on my skin. A tingle, too. Still hot. Crap. I promised Coach I'd do floor work every day during break. You think wrestlers only need arms and shoulders? Look again. Gut. That's where it's at. That's what they need, and that means crunches. I looked at the bench and picnic table in the shade at the edge of a grassy area we.