"Yeah, sure." What he wanted to say was, "Take your robe off." His eyes followed her across the living room and watched the delightful movement of her...shapely ass. He lost sight of her through the door of the kitchen.Jenny found her handbag and took out her cash-purse, walking back into the living room. She was walking and searching for exact change, and perhaps it was an accident but she tripped over the misplaced footstool.Billy missed the accident because he was watching the sway of her. Chien knelt before me and began to kiss and fondle the top of my shoe."Umm, what are you doing?" You were about to tell me off weren't you?" Well, - yes, I was", he was running his fingers up the long seam of my black stockings, it was distracting, but I still corrected myself.He stood and leaned into me almost whispering in my ear, "What were you going to tell me?" I was going to tell you you're an asshole." Oh, really?" He said as he started lifting my skirt, he bent down again and kissed and. " Okay," said Willow and lay down on the bed. "Dawnie slide your ass down on this. It'll hurt for a bit," she warned.Dawn did as she was asked. Willow and Tara helped to guide her so that she was sitting with her asshole just above the plastic phallus. She lowered herself down onto it, Tara helping with a push and Willow with a pull. Dawn squeaked in pain, as the cock entered her. But she continued to lower herself down, and the discomfort was replaced by a feeling of contentment.Once she was. In her dream she opened her eyes, before her was the image of Claudia's crotch, just as she had seen it in the mirror. She saw some movement a pale object moved towards the top of the shorts waistband. It was a hand; on the little finger it wore a ring just like the one on Joyce's right hand, the hand that lay twitching on top of the thick comforter. The dream hand pushed itself confidently past the waistband and pushed the zip of the shorts up into a small undulating hump.Joyce sighed, as the.