The waiter smiles in appreciation and has to discreetly ‘adjust himself’, but in her view.Throughout the meal, encouraged by her husband, she teas...s the waiter, flashing stocking tops, even running a hand inside the top of her dress, touching her erect nipples. She excuses herself and goes to the ladies, she removes her bra, adjusts her dress, looks in the mirror, the outline of her tits and her nipples clearly visible against the dress. She moves side to side, enjoying watching her tits move. “a-na-le-ss-i” I rolled the vowels across my tongue .. enjoying every long interval of breath .. accentuating the ‘na’ .. “I don’t know” Toria said .. biting her thumb ..“I don’t remember ever hearing this word in her classes” Stella pouted confusedly. “What is it”? Toria asked with a smile .. “fatto del passato che ci ritorna improvvisamente alla memoria” I said .“what?”“It’s a flashback” “Oh” Stella said. “where are you getting this from?” Stella asked.“From classes” I said simply.. looking. My reply was always the same, that I’d be there in a minute. My minute would always last longer or until it was impossible to see the ball before we all trudged home. This time, unfortunately, I knew that I had an hour’s bike journey ahead of me.“You can stay the night if you want,” she urged, as if reading my thoughts, and I must admit, the prospect of cycling back across town didn’t fill me with joy. She was leaning against the sideboard, her glass resting under her chin. She had this dreamy,. I grabbed him closer to me as his cock went deeper inside me. As I finally felt his hard cock inside me, I told him not to move for a bit. I wanted to continue feeling this sensation.I hugged him tightly so he could feel my soft, big breasts against his chest. My uncle’s hands were caressing my back and he slowly grabbed my ass and spanked me gently.“You’re so naughty Aliya. I think I need to punish you now.”“Mmm, yes uncle. Punish me. I’ve been such a bad girl.”He gently spanked my ass again.