For the next two hours, I was given a fashion show. I could tell that Jenny was having a good time modeling the dresses. Jenny critiqued each dress in...the mirror for length, color, fit, style, and comfort. I have to say. I was having a good time watching the show, and Jenny enjoying herself.Jenny had modeled all of the first selections. Jenny selected a few more dresses with the sales associate’s help. After modeling them for me, she went back to the changing room. A few minutes had passed when. I gasp at the feeling as our kiss becomes more passionate, tongues entwined. We then take turns kissing necks and licking up necks to kiss again. While at the same time our fingers thrust faster and deeper in each other's sopping wet pussies.Our breathing quickens, Heather begins to tremble as her orgasm coarses through her body."Oh God, Anna, I'm cuming!"Her pussy clenches my fingers as she comes. Her fingers slip from my pussy and she brings them to her lips. I keep fucking her with my. Understand?” He twisted his grip causing Michelle to instinctively grab his hand as the pain burned in her scalp.“Yes, yes, I understand,” she intuited that he wanted an excuse to hurt her, and maybe not even an excuse.As Faris slowly relaxed his grip the fear that spiked in her subsided. Her body betrayed her by being aroused at the idea of him hurting her. That he could be sadistic had never crossed her mind. Michelle could now see beneath the polite, civilised veneer that people outwardly. He wants me to touch him. I know what will happen when I do. It has happened before, many times.I reach forward. At my touch he opens his mouth as though to speak, but I bring my finger to my lips and he obeys. I tremble myself, now, but my fingers are steady and light but firm on him.I stroke the underside of his magnificent erection with my fingertips once. His breath catches and he gulps and his chest heaves and the muscles of his firm stomach clench. Without voluntary effort he thrusts his.