My hands tease along your panties.. Playing with your belly.. Rimming your bellybutton… Finally one hand slides under your panties brushing lightly ...gainst your mound.. Skimming your pubic hair. One finger slips between your wet lips.. Teasing your clit gently.. You buck into my hand and moan in my ear. My hand covers your sweet wet lips pressing against them. Two fingers slide between them parting you softly as my fingers trace lines all over your pussy.My teeth nip your ear and tug just a bit. Kyle was adopted by a stunning older attendee named Sylvia and he became her student. They spent hours together and she shared all her knowledge with him. The lessons included how to walk in high heels and the proper way to apply makeup. Kyle soon became a regular at these events and eventually conquered his fear of being seen in public as a female. He was finally able to walk from his room to the main salon in heels for the nightly gatherings without fear of falling. He was even able to sit in. Then I laid on her body and started sucking her nipples. I sucked them hard. She moaned a lot. I said to her, “Now I am gonna give you special treatment”. I placed my cock in her pussy and pushed it in. She moaned, aahhhhh…. Slowly beta. I went deep in her. She cried, ufffff…. And looked at me. I could feel her nipples under my chest. I didn’t make her wait and started moving my cock back and forth.She moaned, aahhh… Aahhhh….Ahhhhh…. Mmmm…. Aahhhhh… Ahhhhh. She was breathing heavily and. “Very well.” The lithe, auburn-haired Huntress abruptly rolled off, laid beside me once more. “When you are ready.” All at once, I felt an inexplicable sense of loss. I looked at her pale face; obscured as it was by three diagonal slashes of purplish war paint, I could not discern her expression in the feeble light, and her eyes appeared closed. Nonetheless, I had the feeling her meaning was still double; she was not simply referring to the sex. “What do you mean?” Again rising to all.