I was doing all I can from reaching and grabbing it.She walked slowly towards me, until she stood by the edge of the bed, her pelvis a few centimeters...from my head. I could smell her, and see her stomach moving gently as she breathed. She reached down and pulled her panties a little to the side, so I could see her moist lips, her pubic her glistening. She then turned, and her hand slid across the thong and pulled it to the side, letting it rest on her right cheek.She put her hands on her ass,. , She was into the BDSM thing and we made a movie one day and one of her fantasy's was to be fucked by someone we knew and not know who it was and afterwards we would play a little guessing game and she use to get turned on by doing this. Later that week I told her I was going thru the old movies and that I liked when she did that for me and asked if she would do it again , being that it was her fantasy in the first place she said yes . So I told her I would set something up and got her hyped. In fact, nothing seemed to help at all.John called his two sons and invited them and their families to the ranch, until this flu thing cleared up. To John, it seemed dangerous. He thought everyone would be safer at the ranch. His oldest son, Jason, agreed to send his wife and two children; but he, himself, could not get away.His other son, Michael, was agreeable. He told his father that he would fly in with his family. Michael had a twin engine Cessna, which he used as part of his business, and. Gently our mummies released the bodice laces of our tutu baby-grows and lowered them to our waists. The doctor smiled encouragement and gently inspected our development. Our titties were gently ?tested? and we both gave off throaty gasps of pleasure as our little knees sagged. The adults exchanged knowing glances and smiled to each other as the lady doctor nodded sagely. ?Well young ladies, we think it?s time that you two were given special tutus.? Mary reached forward delicately.