Andre stood behind her and ran his hands up and down her hips and over her ass while he kissed her on the neck and shoulders. Philippe moved around in...front of her, caressing and fondling her breasts while he leaned in for a deep passionate kiss. Peggy rubbed her hand along the front of Philippe’s pants. She was pleased to feel a large hard bulge in his crotch. She unbuckled his pants and pushed them to the floor. Philippe wasn’t wearing any underpants and his cock easily popped out. It was. His fingertips touched the strap of her nylon stocking, appreciating the feel the covered her silky legs. He gazed into her inviting, expressive eyes, giving me him permission to explore her more. His left hand caressed her thigh, past her curves, and under her dress where he felt the smoothness of her ass. By the time he noticed, she wasn’t wearing anything under her short dress. He slid his other hand under her dress to confirm if she wasn’t wearing anything. All he felt was the smoothness of. I looked up at him, the fog of desire that surrounded us fading a little as I silently questioned what he was doing. “You’re mine. You need to learn to deal with that. I’ve been waiting too long to let you go now that I’ve got you,” he growled in my ear, his own voice thick with desire, as he punctuated each word with a stroke to my clit over my panties. He then skilfully moved my panties to one side and explored my most inner folds. I was so wet for him I could hear my juices meet his. “You have a navel,” I remarked. “I hadn’t noticed before.” I slipped my finger into it.“You and I are much more alike than we differ.”I turned down the covers. From between his labia I could see his manhood peeking. Running my palms along his sleek legs I caressed them to his ankles and back up again, along his hips and sides to his chest. Again I squeezed and rolled his nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.By now his manhood was fully erect. I turned my attention to it. It wasn’t green --.