The outfit consisted of a frilly black and white corset that really showed off her perky C-cups, and an intricate pair of white lace panties only part...ally covered by the half-hearted suggestion of a skirt. Thigh-high white stockings, a black lace bow in her waist length, platinum blond hair, and a shiny black pair of heels completed the look. She’d protested over the heels; she’d wanted to use the much higher fetish heels the store stocked, instead of the small four-inch option. Ellen had. After a few minutes Sarah began to stir. She even took a sip of her coffee. Usually that signaled permission to begin a conversation.“So, how was Dallas?” Emily knew she’d have to wait a bit for a response.After an unusually short period, Sarah responded, “Dallas is Dallas, too big, too busy and too crowded.”Emily found that comment amusing coming from a woman who spent much of her life in southern California. In two years she’d readily adapted to Tyler’s slower pace and become a small-town. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. I looked down and as usual had my throbbing erection pointed straight at me. I decided I had to do something about it and threw my robe on. Trying my best to not show my raging hardon to either my sister or mom I raced down the hall as quickly as possible."Where is that little asshole?!" I stopped hearing my mom shout from the kitchen. " sis, have you seen John? He was supposed to be back last night but I haven't seen him come in yet." Nope." sis replied. She. He fucked her for some time, never allowing the pace to increase beyond a steady, pleasing injection of flesh, then a withdrawal and then completion once more. Ainsley listened to the sopping noises of their bodies meeting and wriggled to entice him into changing pace. “You want more?” Travis’ voice was thick with lust. It came out in a growl. Ainsley could do nothing but nod in ascent. He kissed her quickly and pulled her upright. From a nearby couch he grabbed two large, plump cushions. He.