Dante was rarely around, having left home for college at 17, and only returning home to visit on important holidays and the occasional summer. When he...was home, he spent most of his time working with his father, and the rest of his time avoiding Tempest like the plague. He just seemed to genuinely dislike her and she never really understood why. Tempest preferred to believe it was the age difference that made him not care for her so much or the fact that he was never around and he just didn’t. Taste her, finger her, show her off. I try and control myself. I let myself run my fingers over her slit. Not wet at all. It is amazing, I am tight like a piano wire with lust and desire and she is just getting started. I lick my finger and run it around her labia, her opening, round her clit. I love it so much. She likes how I look at her. She is finally starting to notice how much I adore her. She sees the bulge in my pants and realizes she is rocking my world. That gets her started. That and. "With one hand she's fondling her lower lips, parting them so Mr Rabbit she's having in her other hand has a good access to her clit. She starts to rub the tip of the dildo on her button. She's still looking at me, wetting her red lips with her tongue. My dick twitches, which she uses as a signal to slide the Rabbit in her pussy. It goes in and out slowly at first. She closes her eyes, she starts fondling her tit, pinching at the nipple bulging through the fishnet. It's starting to smell sex.. When they entered the foyer, they came face to face with the most spectacular confection of face and form that Terry had ever laid eyes on. Ash blonde hair topped a visage of exquisite beauty, complemented by a body that could raise the dead. Large firm breasts and a pair of legs that didn't stop were wrapped in a skin-tight dress that showed considerably more than it concealed. Even Madam Fabulous was speechless. Feeling a bit frumpy in his conservative suit, Terry could only stand and stare.