It’s not what I had in mind for us but it’ll be an experience and I’m sure I can muster up a story from it. “Something big” you tell me rega...ning some confidence and I smile inwardly because I have a monster of a dildo in the bedside cabinet that now has your name on it. Now when I tell you that this is a monster of a dildo you have to understand that is! I struggle to take it in my pussy and would never take it in my arse in a million years, but as I lube it up and press it up against the. He eases his fingers out of me, pulls me around to face him, and removes the blindfold. I blink up into darkening blue eyes that burn into mine. His index fingers trace my bottom lip, and he pushes his index and middle fingers into my mouth, letting me taste the salty tang of my arousal."Suck," he whispers. I swirl my tongue around and between his fingers.Hmm . . . even I taste good on his fingers.His hands skim up my arms to the cuffs above my head, and he unclips them, freeing me. Turning me. The solution, she had determined, was home schooling, and with the quiet behind-the-scenes efficiency which truly did make her the sea upon which the ship of McKesson sailed, she had researched the entire process, located and acquired the tools and materials needed, and was prepared, with my approval, to take over the education of David Alan McKesson as soon as I was ready. Since this educational endeavor was to take place under the very roof where we sat, I would not be abandoning Ginny, my. Her naked body dropped behind Kathy's and her hands busied themselves with stroking the girl's ass and cupping Martin's hairy balls. Her lips pressed to the girl's back, her tongue leaving wet trails as she worked her way down toward the round ass of her daughter.Her long slim fingers stroked the satin smooth skin of the adolescent ass. Her nostrils flared and her breathing became harsh as she caressed Kathy's ass and watched it rise and sink slowly over. Martin's swollen cock. Unable to.