Not the grunts that Craig would usually expect a man to makeduring the course of sex, but mewling and moaning but in a guy's voice -his voice. Then su...denly the noise that the fake Craig made sounded muchmore urgent and really out of place coming from his mouth.Finally the fake Diana felt one of the fake Craig's hands move down fromwhere it was holding onto her hips and touch his fake ball by her leg.The result was the strangest thing that Craig had ever felt. The fakeprosthetic inside his fake. “Oh, my pussy is to full!” Claire moaned. “Hmmm, yessssss! I like this.” Claire began to slide the cucumber in and out of her tight, teenage, pussy. “Ohhh!” she moaned. “Mmmm, unnngh!” Claire writhed on the bed and imagined a thick cock fucking her tight pussy. But, who was on the other end of that cock? She began to fantasize…“Fuck me, Mr. Robinson, fuck me right here on your desk! Oh, I hope nobody catches us!”(Nah, this didn’t do it for her. Mr. Robinson, her teacher, was too old, and his. I move down kissing your stomach, moving to your hips. You let out a little giggle as I kiss and nibble on your hip. Continuing to your legs, I massage them as I lift your foot in the air again to kiss and caress it. I kiss the inside of your foot, your toes and heel.I move myself in between your legs as I continue kissing the inside of your leg up to the inside of your knee.Your breathing quickens and I can feel goose bumps all over your thighs. You run your hands through my hair as you slowly. I loved that laugh of hers. “I wasn’t sure. Don’t worry, I will guide you, okay?” she holded me in her arms and, for a moment, I had the feeling I was lying there with my own mother. After all, she had been like a mother to me all of my life.She sat up and pulled her clothes over her head, revealing the most beautiful tits I’d ever seen. Of course, they were the only tits I’d ever seen forreal. I stared at her tits as she watched me, tossing it to the floor. She had on a pair of panties.She.