Her world reduced to a tongue-lapping and sucking on her hardened nipple... a thumb- continuing to circle and circle and circle... a finger-sliding fa...ter and faster. Waves of pleasure began to encompass her, closer and closer together, until with a cry of pure emotion- she climaxed, quivering and clutching at Lana sweaty & muscular body pressed up against her.Faint whimpers continued to make their escape as Jana kissed Lana to her heart's content. As she slowly came back to herself she was. Not once have you been in this position. The hands return, but this time they rub and cup your ass.The squeeze the muscle and fat before prying the cheeks open to inspect what's inside. A finger runs along the thin crevice of your ass, and it sticks the tip in just to see how tight the hole really is. Then the hand travels down to the shaft and begins to pump it once again. The other hand keeps your ass wide open, with the middle finger massaging the entrance to your asshole. Tongue reappears. ." Max suddenly felt put-upon. "I really don't know." What if I actually put them both on? Would that make it easier?" I guess," he said. "Maybe." Okay then. Close the door."Max began to walk out of the stall."No, silly," the woman said, hanging up the two dresses. "From the inside." But... don't you have to change?" Yes. And? I'm not shy." As if to prove this, she shouldered past him and pushed the door closed, then immediately pulled off the brown halter top she'd been wearing just moments. Being a 1BHK flat, space was a constraint – we had a clothes line outside the bedroom window and I used to hand my clothes for drying after the daily washing. Normal, no? The bedroom was was adjacent to Prakash’s flat and he, too, used to hang his clothes out to dry. One day I noticed that my inner-wear appeared to have moved a little out of place. It seemed to be in a different place.I did not think too much about it then, thinking that I may have been mistaken. A couple of days later it.