It’s just that she lets go of her need to look pretty here and keep people at arm’s length. and she is very pretty…she is my beauty and i gaze d...wn at her now, with my hand on my mound, lightly pressing and bringing myself into a sleepy state of desire. i stand there in the soft, yellow glow of the nightlight, squeezing and rubbing, letting myself into that special place i know and love so well, secretly hoping for a new sensation sometimes, dreaming of that as yet unfamiliar feeling that comes. It can hear me! It is asking me questions! There must be a microphone around somewhere."|| What is your name? ||" Jonathan McDonald" ||What is your home phone number? ||" 810-555-4342" || Thank you. Accessing ... Are you Jonathan McDonald of 413 Pine Orchard Way? ||" Yes" I looked up, alarmed. It must have used my phone number to look up my address! Was it going to call the police? What was going on here?"|| Thank you. When you hear this tone, (ting), it indicates words which I wish for you to. .”“No, wait, maybe I….“You know you want to...”He helped putting one of her legs up upon his shoulder. She twitched when he kissed the skin above her pussy. “Dirty little bitch” he said softly. She moaned loudly. One finger penetrated her. YES, finally!The finger penetrated he slowly, but deep. She was completely at his mercy. As she had read and had fantasized about, but had never really experienced before.“the problem with women your age is that you want it all at once...”Then the finger slid. They each took turns as they passed me from one mouth to another. I moved my hips forward when Mrs. T. had my cock in her mouth. She could get alot more in her mouth then Audrey. Mrs. T. showed her a few tricks to get more of me down in her hot mouth.Next I sat down on the wooden bench. Both girls crawled over giggling. They took turns wrapping there big breast around my cock. I held on to the bench. As they used my cock for there pleasure. There hot cleavage milked my cock between there hot.