Whenever Tony turned his head to focus on a pair of breasts or even a nipple, the eye-tracking system enlarged the image, producing massive heavy tits...encased in flimsy fabric. Peering at a cleavage running in sticky peach juice, he watched hands pushed into panties, reaching for cunts. Looking down he watched in awe as the image of a hardening circumcised penis, rather like his own, was sucked into a cavernous mouth, just as the pressure increased for real on his prick head in the machines. ..aah, blessed comfort! First order of business: washing off the road grime.A nice soak in the tub and I was all sparkly-clean and fresh. I patted some of my Dad's aftershave on, put on his bathrobe and headed to the kitchen. Passing the living room, I decided to close the curtains, then stopped and peered out. I could see across the lane and into the living room of a neighboring house. A family -- Mom, Dad and daughter -- was playing a board game on the floor. The Mom and daughter. I walk across the room toward you. You are beautiful. A Brunette with larger than average breasts. You are dressed in a short pink and black skirt, you are not wearing panties. I can see your sexy firm thighs. I watch you and think of how I would like to pull out my cock and push you over one of the bar stools right now and put my hard cock inside of you. You are wearing black high heels. How deep into your pussy would you let me go? Will you let me spread you apart as far as I want? Can I. The texture of the face was pale, almost a creamy hue; but not unhealthy — rather it gave the impression of something new that had just been born into the world.The first time John had met the face was in his bath tub.He was just looking down, and there it was, staring up at him directly and sternly, from underneath the soapy water.Sophie, his Nanny, didn't see it; and John was sure she would have cried out, but she just continued washing his little head. He hated the feel of her warm hands on.