M was a little uneasy about it, but she figured that the night wasn’t cut short on account of us hooking up and she got her friend home safely. I re...lly wanted to make this girl cum. Not because I was attracted to her and I wanted to see her moaning in ecstacy, but because she was so damned caring. I didn’t even care if I came that night as long as she did. It didn’t take long before we were down to our underwear. She had large soft breasts with huge aereolas and cotton ‘granny panties’ girding. ‘Here are the documents which the king demanded!’ she would announce when the plastic bag containing them was only halfway out. Not all the parts gave her much pleasure though. A production of The Toilet Lovers, a farce about people with excretion fixations involved her peeing and shitting on stage and then pretending to eat the turds of a fellow actor as he also shat on stage. Much of this was actually faked, as neither she nor anyone else had the required bowel control (nor the stomach for. ” His hands massaging my sides kept going up over my ribs playing with the bottom of my bikini top. “He doesn’t have to find out,” I press closer to him and his hands flirt up and down over my breast. He’s quite a bit taller than me so he picks me up and sits me on the countertop, places my legs around his hips. “Screw it!” He grabbed my face and kissed the hell out of me. His tongue looking for entrance to my mouth, which I denied him. He growled and bit my lip, which gave him the entrance he. Yes, it fit her like a glove (sorry for the clich?). Her legs were sheathed in shear black stockings with a seam carefully centered on the back of her legs. Her feet were perched in a pair of strappy four inch sandals. Sally was dramatically made up in shades that complemented her dress. She looked very sexy, sophisticated and poised. The contrast between us would be very dramatic. My makeup, collar, corset, tail and stripes would certainly be considered sexy by some, but I clearly lacked any.