“I forged these myself. They are balanced to perfection.”She sat them on the work bench, the sunlight glinting off her glasses. She smiled at me, ... creamy glimmer between her thighs. She picked up a large chisel. “Shall we bless them, Mistress?”The tool’s handle was round and smooth, made of gray-black steel. The tip looked sharp, the end blunt like the head of a cock. I smiled as I sauntered to her, the heat building in my pussy. Juices ran down my thighs.“And ... I assume I have to quench. ! That’s not called tension. It is a feeling of pleasure. I am sure you feel pleasure in a short while.Me: No sir, I am not comfortable with this, please take out your hand.Sir: (pressing my 32 size boobs)Tell me the truth Priya… are you not feeling something else…Me: Aaahhh …… mmm …. sir pleaseSir: Please what Priya…. should i remove it?Me: No sir, press the same way. It feels good. I want some more …..Sir: if you want more, you have to do what I say. Remove your top.Me: sir but…..Sir: you. I am rubbing you before you are even unclothed. You make just theslightest movement, nudging me towards your manhood, and I respond,pliantly moving to my knees. The haste is new for us. There is onlysome incidental touching, but now it is out, you are fully rigid, and Iam quickly engulfing it in my wet red lips."Ooooooo my sweeeeet Francine. It has been soooo long."I reply with a long low moan, without missing a beat. We have neverbefore gotten to the quick so quick. You are pistoning in. "It's fun."Joanne stared at her daughter, who was still naked from the shower. She looked up when her son came in. She felt a pang of disappointment because he had put on a fresh pair of jockey shorts. But she liked the bulge his cock and balls made in them.Breakfast over, Joann busied herself cleaning the kitchen. She was nervous, yet aroused, pleased that her son and daughter walked about nakedly. She found it easier to look at them than she had the day before. She wasn't so embarrassed. But.