"I kissed him, giggling inside, and pushed my lips hard against his. He pressed too, opening his mouth, dancing his tongue against mine. His hand mira...ulously at my breast pinching and rolling my nipple in a way that sent sparks to my cunt.I felt his cock, a free-swinging pole, graze my inner thigh before bumping against my skin beneath my opening, missing its mark. I was so needy, my desire so high, my alarm at the miss so immediate that my hand left his hair to dive down between us to direct. , they decided that another persona was required - and Diedre wascreated.Quite bluntly, Diedre is a tramp. A sexy piece that delights inexhibitionism, provocation and temptation. She wears outrageously shortskirts, the lowest plunging necklines that she can contrive commensuratewith having to contend with an artificial bust line and the skimpiestknickers imaginable. Of more recent times, not that weekend or for aperiod afterwards, sometimes she has no knickers at all. To say that hermake-up is. Somehow, I found my hands spreading her cheeks apart. My fingers settled between them and I could not help but run my finger over her butthole a little. As I felt the tender hot ripples of it, Molly began to moan. It was hot and puckered under my finger as I traced a circle around its ridges. Oh, daddy, that feels. . .feels. . .oh God, that feels so hot! Ive never felt anything like that before. I can tell you like it. Your little butthole is quivering every time I circle it.. I cant describe. The C-word. I shuffled on the balls of my feet uneasily. My heart was racing, I wanted him to have me more than anything. Steven's eyes were fixed on my privates once again, his fingers working his thick shaft with greater purpose now. My hands were clammy and clasped behind my back so as not to interfere with his view. I swallowed, licked my lips and opened my mouth to speak... “I want you…” I started, suddenly finding it hard to form the words. “I want you to… to touch m-my cunt,” I.