She gave me all the indication that she was going to take care of me and have her way with me. I'm not sure how deep my tongue was inside her or what...hole my mouth was working over but I remember the feeling of hands on my hips. Startled isn't a good word to describe the feeling; it's more somewhere between "what the fuck" and "I'm about to start swinging". I was on all fours eating her ass and pussy. I feel warmth between my legs and before I know it I'm invaded and it hurt like...well,. She met her own eyes again. Who was this man she?d married? The dress falling away broke herfrom her trance. ?Lift your right leg,? Misha?s hand dropped under herssupporting her. ?Now your left.? He pulled the dress away, she lifted her free hand to cover herself. ?No.? The white lace slip barelyconcealed anything, her nipples pressed against the gossamer material. Thegarters holding up the white fishnet stockings peaked out under the hem. Shefelt her face flush. She felt the slip shift across. As if able to wrap the flames around my finger, I twisted it, gathered the fire and drove it into me; A welcomed pleasure. But the alcohol and the night were taking me into their arms, lulling me to a comfortable sleep.A faint rustle stirred me, but did not wake me from my sleep, just enough to be conscious that something was happening. A sweet smell of milk and cookies filled the room: Fresh baked and just out of the oven. But it was not a reminiscent feeling of my childhood, rather it stirred. "Why don't we get you dressed up in somethinga little more appropriate, okay?"Terry did not have a chance to respond before Rosa untied the sash on herrobe and pulled the silken garment off of her shoulders leaving herstanding there in only her green lace bra and thong. Terry remained stillas Rosa walked around her again and eyed her scantily clad body. She knewher nipples were getting hard and she was sure that Rosa could see them asthey poked through the thin lace cups of her bra."Hmmmm, I.