Rhonda was an artist. She was, in fact, a very good artist and it was her skill at design and art that kept her active in everything from decorating f...r the prom to editing the school newspaper. I loved to look at what she painted, even though I couldn’t tell her that the colors she described to me as she painted were no more real to me than the numbers in the national debt. There were a lot more of them than I would ever see.In the fall of our senior year, we went with friends up to Whidbey. We had seen and spoken to one another over webcam. He had seen all of me. Watched me. Instructed me. Sent me toys to use as he told me what to do with them, where to put them. He had seen me intimately. He had seen me cum, hard and gasping. He had seen me beg and plead and cry. I had seen Him, his kind beautiful face, a twinkle in his eyes which was even there when he was scolding me. I had not seen him intimately. And now I was getting off the train to meet Him for the first time. A bag of. Kind of hot thinking her asshole would feel my twitching cock spurt out a few times letting it seep through her thonglike undies... luckily shes a skirt wearing hottie today so i was able to hike it up before sitting her on me, GEtting that pants to thong contact is as close as its gonna get..... at least for now.. but its not even a creepy thing cause id make sure for certain that the cock she felt was there and liking it, enjoying every adjustment made to get that asshole closer to the tip of. She quivered at his touch and I knew she was very turned on. He started kissing her thigh, working his way up. My wife started rubbing herself through her tiny lace panties. When Ramone reached the top of her leg, he planted his mouth down around her pussy, sucking at it through the fabric of her panties. I couldnt believe what was happening! Oh my god! my wife moaned. His mouth feels so good! I looked down at her with contempt. She just smiled and pulled her panties to the side,.