One thing leading to another until you're past the point of no return.The sweet aroma of coconut lotion infused the room as the sun sank low casting l...ng shadows across the floor from the balcony window. The tranquility of my environment couldn’t calm the anticipation bubbling beneath the surface of my poised demeanor. In front of me, my husband sat in a chair with his pants and fruit of looms bunched around his ankles. His only movement was his right hand massaging his stiff five inches of. At last she tied off the cord as I began to swoon from thelack of oxygen. I looked down and saw my breasts cradled in the soft underwired cups. Inthe corset it was impossible to slouch, resulting in an apparentlyproud, thrust-out bosom. Mom handed me a package of seamed black stockings. With difficulty, Iworked them up my legs and I noticed they felt different from any I hadpreviously worn. As she helped me straighten my seams, she explainedthat they were real silk. How luxurious they felt, but. Your chest is so smooth, so wide, so clean. It warms my palms as I drag them along your skin, feeling your flat nipples bump under my fingers.”“Your body is etched with deep lines, smooth curves, long muscles. My fingers explore every inch. There’s no give in your abdomen when I scratch my fingertips along your muscles. Your entire upper body funnels towards the waist of your pants.”He spoke, a churlish growl in his breathy voice, “Should I take them off?”She held her tongue between her teeth,. I felt a hand wrap around my cock and start jerking me off. It was soft and little so I could tell it was the twink’s hand and not the hockey player. I started to feel some warm breath on my ass as the twink inched his face closer and closer to my hole. He hesitantly licked it. I’m not sure if he was trying to emulate what I had done to him by teasing his hole or if he was just genuinely afraid to rim me, but this twink seemed not at all confident in his rimming. His tongue barely grazed my.