He was always busy with the church and always available for his congregation but always found time to work out in the gym. He had a free pass because ...he owner of the local gym was one of dads, congregation. Even now at age fifty-four dad is in great shape. He still has thick blond hair, although there are streaks of gray among the blond now. I dont look a thing like him because I have dark hair and green eyes. I dont even take after my mother who has blond hair and blue eyes like dad. I did. Joints, especially the small ones in the hands and feet, were more delicate than wannabe tough guys like them thought. A quick stomp or smack caused both thugs to flinch in pain, and caused a reflexive desire to shield that injury from further harm. An elbow to the jaw followed by a kick to the face soon after, and both were down on the ground. Maybe not down for the count, but Jeremy was always a “style over substance” kind of guy when it came to the delinquents he employed. All he cared about. I glanced down and my pussy was moving as if being touched by an invisible hand. She grabbed her left breast and began to massage while she rubbed her clit. My left breast moved in sync with hers.As I was magically molested by my own reflection I remained speechless. I must have been in a really vivid dream, or at least I thought at the time, and enjoyed her expert touch. I arched my backed as my pussy began to spasm. As I came closer, my reflection fingered me harder and more rapidly. My body. The maid ate hungrily, eagerly, as Lady Margaret continued her ministrations at the tender crotch. They both had screamed out their climaxes, the sweat had poured off their thrashing bodies, and their eyes rolled back and forth like maddened stampeding sheep.Somewhere during this, it was obvious to Nora that the maid was beginning to obtain control over the butch dyke. It was the girl who began directing operations, and it was she who -- timidly at first, and then with increasing vigour --.