He says he is only coming to visit to give his big cock a rest.”I just got myself back together and asked, “And how big is this sixteen-year-old s...ud?”“To be honest he is an inch bigger than me and wider. His sisters love it. I think he is going to be bigger than Greg someday.”I cocked my head and put a finger to my cheek as I smiled and teased, “Oh and when is he coming to see you again?”“Would you really want to fuck him?”“Although the thought of doing it with both of you made my pussy. Or wherever your sentiment or understanding of a romantic spot may take you - it is there. That touch, those fingertips over the gentle skin of your wrists. At first it's only that - a static touch - but then it begins moving, flowing, tracing down your palm, leaving a trail of energy. By the time it's gone back up to your wrists, the tingling has already sunk underneath your skin, gnawing to your bones, seizing in its teeth. Fingers wrap wide around your arms in agonizing slowness, quickly. My pussy was boiling with lust and full of shiny black balls, and I was in complete thrall of my Mistress, who I knew was a witch, but she had just told me that she would be wearing me for the trip back to her home in Tokyo."You are going to be my panties - a beautiful black silk thong, covered in the finest lace. You will nestle against my pussy and my ass. I will make you very sensitive so that you come almost continuously as I walk or move. This will in turn make me very hot, as I know that. I would run home and rub my clit and cum in a few seconds. Then I would dream that this man, Greg, was in my bed fucking me. This night was like the others, the k**s were asleep and I am sitting on the couch reading a book when they stumble in. Connie could hardly walk or talk and Greg was not better. But tonite for some reason Connie come over to the couch and collaspes, her little skirt flips up giving me a wide open view of her cute little snatch. Greg goes into the bedroom but comes back.