She slips her panties off, her pubic hair is trimmed to virtually nothing, her pussy looks wet and inviting.I rub my g spot, my legs instinctively cla...p together. My toes begin to curl, pulses, like an electric current flow through my body. My other hand reaches inside my blouse, freeing my breast, and pinching my nipple between thumb and forefinger. My orgasm flows through me, as it pulses through my nervous system, the long awaited relief my body craved is found. She disappears from my. He got to work pumping lube onto my ass crack and slowly working it into my hole first one finger then two boy they felt thick, he asked me the whole time if i was okay if things were all right my mind was racing I asked him to really wet my hole nice and slippery and got a little lube for my hand to start rubbing my cock, Here I was naked on my knees ass hanging over the edge when John started rubbing my sweet spot I stopped think and started getting into the prostate massage he was giving me. A few minutes later found me standing in the dimly lit bathroom, the cool tiles feeling wonderful across my bare feet. I stared into the only mirror left unbroken in our 'cozy' home, and gave myself a once over. Before my first little 'accident' with the pills, all I had ever liked about myself were my lovely green eyes. They shone in the same way Teacups yellow ones did, and were quite fetching if I do say so myself. Apart from that my short black hair was unkempt and frizzy, and the corners. Caroline didn’t know that, though, so along about ten-thirty, when Tommy and her mother jumped up and started jitter-bugging as if they were high schoolers in the early fifties, Caroline almost fell off her chair. This time it was her mother who amazed her as she shook and shimmied as Tommy spun her around the floor. Rita Maude Fricke, the forty-six year old mother of three grown children, was as swivel-hipped as Tina Turner. Caroline looked over at her father goggle-eyed. Harold just smiled.