. luv the boots... feel wonderful...mmmm" I can barely muster words never mind a complete sentance."Would you like more?" She says, as she gently thru...ts against my butt. "Oh god yes" I'm not even really thinking I just know i want more."Here sugar, put your arms in here.She holds up the arm binder infront of me and a jam my arms into it as fast as possible. The longer she is holding it the longer it will be before she plays with my tits and peenie again and I'll do anything to shorten that. She then manoeuvred herself to kneel between my thighs and clamped her lips on me again. She concentrated on licking and sucking my glans and the sensation was off the scale. She took my hand, placed it on the base of my rigid member and quickly got back to work on my bulbous head. As a teenager accustomed to regular masturbation I instinctively started to stroke myself and soon felt my sap beginning to rise. Aunt Joan’s head was now bobbing up and down on my glans with increasing tempo. I was. Being so oily dick was slipping in but i was trying not to do in one go and make kamal refuse me the enjoyment.Kamal resisted a little and I stopped for a bit and stayed steady for few moments and then started again. Soon my whole dick was inside him and he just sighed and put his face down and waited. I stayed there for a moment and then started slow movements.“Aah ….. mmm… hm”,kamal was moaning with each stroke.My gentle strokes soon became hard and kamal was now enjoying it. He was moaning. Hisattention seemed to momentarily dwell on a picture of a woman modeling a wildmane of longuntamed red curls. His focus eventually switched to several evening dresseshanging from a rack along the wall. He slowly took special note of each one.A stack of shoeboxes lay on the floor underneath them. He then glanced overand noticed that the woman, who was having her hair done by Laura, waswatching him and smiling. She looked familiar but he couldn't place her face."Oh, excuse my manners. Marc, this.