Gently, she reached out with her left hand and cupped the underside of his crotch before sliding her hand up and allowing her thumb and forefinger to ...ightly grip his shaft, stroking it from the base to the sensitive head where it lay trapped within the tight confines of his trunks. She squeezed the head ever so slightly and then traced the tip of her finger back along the length before using two fingers to 'patter' up and down the swollen cylinder of flesh."So... are you imagining what it's. I always wore cute white ones. My hair was begining to get long, down to my shoulders, so I'd put my hair in pigtails, it made me hornier to do this.At this still unmentionable age I had developed in the privacy of my bedroom a taste for watersports, showering myself while lying down with my pantys and pigtails. When sat in the toilets I'd just let it flow, letting the pantys soak it all up. I would never wash them as I would like them to smell of the last masturbation session sat in the. Slowing when she felt herself get close and speeding back up when he ordered. This went on for what seemed like ever. Finally she was complete out of her mind and panting. She was to the point of disobeying him and letting go anyway.He felt the change in her mood and body and knew it was time to give in. Thinking briefly to himself, that it would be interesting to see if she would disobey, but knowing at this point it would not be fair to push her, he gave in.“Okay Silky, explode for me,” he. I hadn't been a Spirit long enough to even start to guess what things might look like for someones who'd been buried.Sara most likely had been buried directly in the earth without the benefit a coffin. I was sure not much of her earthly body would be left, save her skeleton. That probably would be the most we would find."But why is she pinned to her grave?" my mind echoed to my partner Spirits. "How would mortals do that," went out as I continued musing. "Binding a Spirit was something only.