"He's throbbing for me... he's doing this for me... he really loves me doesn't he?" I couldn't help but linger my right hand in a certain direction wh...le he was doing this. My hand slid under the rim of my pants, and I would slowly slide my hand down in... My fingers would attach themselves to my clit, rubbing it softly as I squirmed from Michael's moans of pleasure. I was doing it too. I was watching him masturbate in front of me. And God I loved it. We both continued our ventures until we. Supposedly I had a sister, and we lived in various random towns where my parents found work. Soon the balding man returned to finished filling in some boxes, using the metal squeeze stamps, using a press to cut out the picture, and placing it in the required spot. He covered each page with a clear plastic sleeve before putting it into a machine behind him. A few minutes later, he handed me the completed passport.The paper with answers to questions that may come up said to find a different. No words were spoken, Mark reached down and picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and arms around his neck, we kissed, he walked me to the kitchen and placed me on the worktop.He undone my robe, Wow he said, great body, (I’ve got to admit I am slim and my best feature is my 38DD’s) then he pulled off his tee shirt and dropped his jeans, I could see a large bulge in his pants. I pulled him close to my tits and pushed his head on them, he started to kiss them, I told him to suck my. She kissed me on the cheek and joined the other women on the dance floor. They looked very sexy shaking there asses to a disco beat and fondleing each other as they moved. I had to take a leak so I got up to go to the rest rooms. When I returned I noticed that there was now a new dancer in my wife's little group. A very well built black man was now dancing with the ladies. Jen was the first to leave the dance floor. She sat back down and started complaining about how forward blacks were. Little.