I was slightly out of breath and I could feel her thick cum on my face slowly sliding down. She, on the other hand, was a vision of beauty. Wearing on...y her high heels and panties, her large tits moving up and down as her breathing calmed back to normal after her explosive orgasm. Her huge cock hung out the side of her panties, reaching down almost to the knees of her long toned legs. It seemed to have gone mostly soft but was still almost the same length as when it was fully erect. It. I watch with fascination as youweigh in your mind the relief that lowering your body will give your legsversus the punishment that your clitoris will receive from the bristles.Your initial, tentative experiments convince you that the burningsensation in your muscles is preferable to the prickling sensation in yourvulva. However, as time passes, I notice that your priorities begin tochange. You spend longer and longer periods with the bristles penetratingdeeper and deeper into your. He nodded and turned to leave so he could clean the fish.Alice turned to me and said, “I haven’t seen Gramps that happy in a long time.”“Yeah, I haven’t seen him smile like that in a long time. Not since Grandma Jane was still with us.” I mumbled.“He looks handsome when he smiles. I’ve seen him smile like that before on this trip. When he saw you in your new clothes for one. But that’s not what I was talking about.” at my confusion Alice chuckled and added, “Did you see him shift his stance. .. how they were happy with it, how they were proabably comfortable with it. But what caught our, as I can speak, ‘rage’ was one moment where Donna said that they had sex on the armchair! Can you believe it? Sex on our armchair! How could they?At first it enraged us, but Charlotte realized that it could be a nice fantasy. You know, having sex outside the traditional place those things happen. But here is the deal: we wanted to have sex there, on that armchair. We always thought how good was for.