..drift...off...sleep,” is your soft, sleepy reply. “Sit still while I fix these cushions on the floor and then you can stretch out for a back rub...” I say. I then line up the cushions in such a manner that there is a space between two….a space that you instinctively realize is a comfort zone for your breasts. As you are settling down on the cushions, I slip a small pillow under your pelvis and tummy area to help support the alignment of your spine. The effect also elevates and accentuates the. You bite your lower lip and steel your eyes to mine again. Teeth lift from that luscious lip and your mouth curves into a pleased grin as your name flows from me in a helpless moan, a guttural chant. I see your eyes sparkling with lust, with a possessiveness that's impossible to shape words around. It's expressed in the way you pull at my hair. In the way your legs have become a tight lock around me. In the way your inner walls squeeze tighter around me now every second, your sex mirroring our. He hastily adjusted the temperature, then let the water run, reaching down behind her picking up the mirror and adjusted it up under the towel. A hornier sight he couldn’t have hoped for, her pussy was a delightful sight, with just a smidgen of blonde hair covering it. Eric could feel the effect it was having on him, as he’s cock started to harden.“God, if only!” He thought.“Is that not hot enough yet Dad?” Nina asked without moving her head.“It’s fine now sweetheart…you couldn’t get a little. She looked very sore between her legs. Mary got into the shower and winced as the water ran over her newly coloured clitoris. She gently dried herself, and then led Sue into the bedroom.They both stood in front of the mirror door on the wardrobe. Sue burst into tears. “I know that your tattoo looks wonderful,” she said. But what did they do to me afterwards? “You had your pussy tattooed,” said Mary. “I know that, what else did they do to me?” “Seriously, you had your pussy tattooed twice,.