Babs reached out and stroked the younger girl's naked thighs."Mmmmm," Carol moaned with pleasure.Encouraged by her sister's response. Babs moved her h...nds up to Carol's pussy and she felt a rush of heat from the other girl's crotch."Wow! You're really hot!" she cried."I know! And it's all your fault!" Carol laughed hoarsely. "God, Babs, I want you to touch my pussy!"Babs smiled triumphantly and eased her middle finger between the soft, downy cuntlips of her sister. Then, slowly, expertly, she. They were long gone feelings of being well... well... being... Then there was the voice.It was a throaty female voice. It seemed to use words, even sentences. But they were like a foreign language to him. Like when you can't know where one word ends and a new one begins.Yet, he knew their meaning. As he knew the meaning of what he saw. The words and the pictures seemed glued to his soul. Or even better: grafted on it. They were part of him, had always been.Hadn't they?He became aware of his. She reached into her backpack and replaced her Nikes with high heels. Not like Priya’s but still the second highest heels there. But still not what they expected. Then she removed the coat and stood there naked except for black stockings and a cream garter belt that contrasted with her dark oiled skin. Her one inch nipples were hard, erect, quivering and her 6 inches long 2-inch wide landing strip was platted with beads in it like an African’s hair. She called for Nabh. He left the table and by. When he appears to be cumming, she stops, flicking her crop onto his ass again. She does this a few times before she returns to the head of the table again. This time she turns around and presents her ass to her slave. He doesn’t hesitate and begins licking her tight rosette. She reaches back and presses his face into the crack of her ass. His moans are muffled by her cheeks. When she’s had enough, she went back to tease his cock some more. I was amazed by how thick and swollen it is. She.