“I don’t know why you’re so insecureabout this. You know I like your face. You should takemy word for it and not question it.”...She crossed theroom to retrieve the pillow, tossing it back on the bed.“Right?”“Humph.” Turning toward the mirror on the vanity, hefrowned. “I still have a good body, though, don’t youthink? It would impress just about any woman who saw mewith my clothes off. Wouldn’t it?”“Oh?” She. I could only hope it was enough.The noise we were making was unmistakable. Anyone who walked by the office would hear it and know what was going on. Unlike Sammi, in her own store, Erica could get in trouble. Regardless of that possibility, neither of us slowed down any, or made any adjustments to keep from being heard.I got closer and closer to orgasm. My rhythm fell apart and Erica looked back at me. She smiled and slowed to a stop. Then she pulled off me, turned around and slurped me back. He offered no objection to having his fingernails polished in a light,soft pink hue, and his toenails polished in a deep, ruby red color.Wow, his hands and fingers were so dainty and feminine looking.Maybe he should have been a girl, or still could be, a girl, Breethought.Anyway, Bree had her mother's orders to feminize her brother, even thoughit was Bree's manipulation that started this whole process.When Bree was finished with Ali's nails, Ali tried to do Bree's toenailswithout much luck.Part. I can feel her wet pussy walls clinging onto my shaft and as she slides up and down my cock, her muscles contract, tightly squeezing my rod while releasing ounces of juice to allow smooth penetration.I place my hands on her bouncing breasts as she rides me, feeling it is a sin for me to neglect these beautiful mammeries. My thumb gently rubs her nipple as I caress them and she starts grinding me in between bounces to rub her swollen clit on my body. My groin area is so wet that I feel like I.