The smell of ginger and orange blossoms surrounds me in the steam. I concentrate on my breasts and glide my hands down my stomach at the apex of my th...ghs. I start a slow, torturous rhythm around my clit for a few minutes. I get myself worked up just enough to make me crave your touch. My hands just won’t do, you have the special touch and you know it. I exit the shower and start toweling off. I dry my hair and style it just the way you like it. I make sure my makeup is absolute perfection. I. Phir maine do no haat ki chutkiyon se usake dono nippal ko masalne lage our pet chumate hue usake nabhi par daant katane lagi. Wo wow wowo ufff isss karane laga. Usak land mast tan chukatha. Magar main use chumatee hi rahi, fir maine usake jango ko chumane lagee.Our usake land our bolls par jeebh firane lagi. Wo sitkar utha. Fir maine use palat diya our usake gardan se chumana chaloo kiya our puri peeth chuname lagee our beech beech me daant bhi kaat leti. Fir mainusake kamar par apana jeebh. The shame... your hand went to your face in shame ... Margret left and the spanking stopped ..... you got up ... crying and snivelling .. very apologetic ... you were sent to the corner of the room and your bottom was on fire .... minutes went by and your aunt ordered you upstairs to your room .. you picked up your knickers and ran out .. You laid in your bed on your front gently stroking your burning bottom ..Amy consoling you , knowing you had the harder spanking . You heard your aunt come up. He took his first cock in hand, examined the head closely, and stuck his tongue out to lick the head. The sensation was not unpleasant so he proceeded to engulf the hard tool in his mouth. He’d had plenty of blow jobs in his life, but those were all on the receiving end. He licked and sucked with abandon, celebrating his new-found freedom from convention. He sucked hard and bobbed his head up and down. He could feel the cock stiffen and knew from his own experience that she was about to.