..”, she moaned. Her hands are caressing my arms and playing with my shirt. She was getting more excited by the second. I felt it was time to play t...e submissive card and asked her, “Please stand up.”She stood up in front of me and fixed her dress. And I walked behind her and unzipped it slowly and then peeled it off her shoulders. It rolled off her body and fell into a heap at her feet. I lean down to kiss her on the neck, and she tilted her head to give me better access. While I was kissing. I could recount the hours of draining my noodle dry til flakes of skin were all that filtered out between my fingers as my cock went limp gave up the ghost but my salacious hunger refused to believe it.... My eyes rolling back in my head now to scan the memory of sequential bliss it was a natural progression from shock to feigned laughter to disinterest but inevitably the clawing, knuckle dragging lust which led me to dumbfounded drooling at so much the hint of a swelling male member. I'd. Sleep here. Lock the door if you wish. Call me if you need a teddy bear to cuddle.’ Jennifer reached up, pulled his head to her lips and whispered to him. ‘Thank you, my prince. Thank you for a wonderful night. Cinderella must sleep before she turns into a mouse.’ Kissing him lightly she entered her bedroom and closed the door. Peter noted it was unlocked. Late Sunday morning Peter sat at the breakfast table with piles of the Sunday editions of Sydney papers on the table. He had coffee made. ” I was pushing three fingers into Carol’s slit, as she fingered her clit and pulled on a hard nipple. Her breathing increased, and that wicked little erotic smile she gets when the pleasure begins to overwhelm her, began to form on her lips. Even in the moonlight, I could see that her eyelids had begun to close, giving her a seductive facial expression that any man would love. She was nearing another orgasm. “Harder. Make it hurt.” “Faster.” “I’m going to cum.” “Hurt my pussy.” “Oh, God. Oh,.