I sat down and watched her as she lathered soap in her hand. As she washed herself I silently slid my hand down my pants and started stroking my cock ...oftly. It was incredible. When I was a teenager there was a girl my age that lived in the house next to mine. I found her terribly attractive but every kid in the village feared me. But to my excitement our windows were right across from each other. She didn’t close the windows often so when she dressed I would masturbate furiously to her. Now at. Taylor continued to grind against my legs while moaning in pleasure, she leaned backwards pushing herself down harder against me.“Hit me again.” Taylor snaps. I don’t think twice now when I slap her, she is getting some kind of pleasure from being hurt and it is allowing me to let out my rage and hatred for her.I slap her hard knocking her backwards with the force of the blow but she recovers swiftly, sits back up and resumes her grinding against me while her lips meet mine. The kiss is like. Her sobbing breathing slowly returned tonormal. "OK, Amanda, I think we can lose the dress now, don't you?" She lookedmiserably into my eyes as I pushed her to her feet. I had unfastened allthe buttons and as it was loose around the waist as she stood the dressfell to the floor around her feet. I lay back in the armchair and smiledat the fifteen year old virgin trembling in front of me. She lookedincredibly erotic in just her white bra and dark tights and high-heeledshoes. I motioned to her and. Peter had never been particularly athletic. Golf was as strenuous as it got for him. In the years they’d been married, Emma thought he’d put on a good 20 pounds. Only five foot eight, the band of fat around his waist looked to put his excess weight closer to 40. That wasn’t good, but this was not the time to bring it up. Squirting some cream onto her hand, she started with his shoulders and neck, bright red where his golf shirt hadn’t covered. As she rubbed it in, he let out a soft sigh and.