I am content to let you make the running, content to follow where you lead although it is foreign to me. Usually, it is me that sets the scene. A fing...r gentle prises apart the lips of your already moistened slit, feeling the folds and inner musculature, then, using your natural lubrication, the finger tip brushes over your clit, evincing a shiver through you. Two, then three fingers bring you to the point where your knees are threatening to give way and not support you. That is. Michele Bouvier’s legs were thick but well defined, proportional to her large frame. She wore tan thigh-high hold-up stockings and the lace trimmed elasticised welts dug into the white flesh of her thick thighs. She hesitantly raised her skirt higher revealing a pair of red satin full-cut panties with a small bow in the centre of the waistband.Jeanette Hathcock’s legs were sleek, long and encased in high-sheen, taupe nylons, which, as the hem of her skirt crept up her thighs, turned out to be. It was a dress my sister hadworn to some parties a couple of years before - powder blue satin, tightat the top as I found out when my mum zipped it up. It was finished offwith a satin sash that tied round the waist with a bow at the back.I looked in the mirror. The dress was comfortable with my injury but Ilooked foolish - like me with a dress on and unruly long hair."We'd better smarten you up a bit," said mum."What do you mean?" I asked."Sit down over here and we'll have a go," she said.I sat. I was in sexual agony, I needed her to stop her teasing before I passed out. She continued to tease my ass but her second hand moved to my nipples. She lightly pulled them 'Ohhhh fuck Jezzzz' I cried. ' How's this baby, do you like my teasing' she purred. 'I can't take anymore of it Jez, it's so fucking good but...' I groaned louder againWould you like me to start beating that nice cock of yours sweetie?''Ohhh yes Jez, that's what I need' She had left my cock now, sucking my nipples encircling.