She started to grind against Tracie's mouth encouraging her to be more aggressive. Tracie took the cue and started to probe Lexie's heat with her tong...e.“Stick those fingers in her and pump her. That drives her wild,” Lori said coaching Tracie. “Nice and rough, that’s how my little slut likes it. Good, now use that tongue again. Fuck her hole with your tongue just like a cock. Look how you are making her buck like a bitch in heat!” Lori could tell Lexie was close to exploding, so she whispered. It was not long before she became a neighborhoodvigilante, secretly dispensing justice to neighborhood trouble-makers,arriving in the dark, masked and thorough.By this time, the raven haired beauty had become Jacqueline the headlibrarian by day, and Power Girl by night. The heroine outfit was boughtin jest, for a costume party she never attended--but eventually shetried it one night and was exhilarated. Later she was in the outfit whenshe captured and bound a thief, who then, lying on the. Feeling bolder, I decided to go for the bra.“Why don’t we loosen this up so I can get to your whole back?” I said as my fingers went to the hooks of her bra.Her eyes, which had been shut, suddenly opened and she turned her head to look at me.“That’s OK, you don’t have to, this feels good enough.” She said.“But this will feel so good.” I stated. “It’s quite alright.” I added.I didn’t wait. I pulled the first top hook off, then the middle, and finally the bottom hook. Her bra strap, now free,. It was a magnificent restored brownstone on West End Avenue, not far from Central Park. The furnishings reeked of wealth... dark hardwood paneling throughout, crystal chandeliers, winding staircases, massive Victorian furniture. The butler greeted us at the door.Bookshelves lined one wall of the bedroom. Hundreds of leather-bound volumes. I took one down at random. "The Joy of Sex," by golly! I hadn't known it came in such a fancy edition. The handwritten inscription read:To my own very special.