She was beautiful. Lady Megan was wearing a form-fitting navy blue gown that draped over the shoulders with a navy shawl. It had a slit from the waist...on the left side that went all the way to the floor and revealed a white skirt underneath that was also floor length. The dress had an intricate design in the bodice, and the shawl was stitched in white. She wore a sapphire necklace and earrings to complete the ensemble. Her raven hair had soft curls, and was swept up with ivory combs, and she. She pulled back slightly, just enough to tug her breast skin tightly. And then another moan.... I really had to get home, so I very reluctantly stopped what we were doing. The look in Joni’s eyes was somewhere between out-of-control passion and genuine love. She looked up at me with such fuck-me eyes I almost creamed myself. But my real life called me back to reality. We quickly agreed on our next meeting, and chatted a few times in between. When she emailed me, she called me Master. And I. The humongous pillar of man-flesh writhed a little as it stiffened into place, towering above me; a long, long shadow was now cast along my head. Inch after inch it swelled and grew, each moment lending it a little more rigidity, the flared head bulging threateningly, the thick stalk pumping out to what appeared to be the thickness of a liter-bottle to my dazed eyes. Slowly I lifted my head, taking in the long journey to the top with my eyes, stopping poised just above the cum-slit. The hole. She let go of his hand, turned around and pulled open her dresser drawer with all her delicate undergarments. Monica took to big handfuls of her panties, night gowns and some assorted lingerie and tossed it on the bed. She reached down and spread all of her clothes out around the bed.Monica grabbed ahold of a few of her panties and stood in front of Nick. She grabbed ahold of the waistband of his jeans and immediately shoved several pairs of her panties down the front of his pants. At this.