I would sit on the bus feel horny as fuck, my cock hard under my jeans, if the bus was empty I took a sniff of my poppers to get me in the mood even m...re. The bus stop was only a minute or so from the cottage and I would get off and be in a cubicle stripping off Davy and putting Dee together, listening for footsteps and the games to begin. Usually there would be nobody there when I got there, not that it mattered if there was, Dee was still coming out.The lippy would go on last, I had a wee. 'His' palm seemed to be rough, strong but calloused and it almost hurt to feel him approaching the already saturated velvety panties she wore, beneath her pink cotton dress. 'His' thumb lovingly caressed her clit through the fabric in a strict, focused, laborious motion, working his wrist and hand to stimulate her. The smoothness of her sluttiest panties and the underlying sandpaper feel of his solitary finger excited and scared her. Every breath caused her plentiful chest to heave, as if it. He couldn’t stand the feel of skin against skin. Kokata didn’t wash. He could hardly stand to clean his wound. How could his woman expect him to accept her touch? ‘You’ve lost weight,’ said his Lei. She still had her back to him, so he guessed she was still crying, but her voice was fairly natural. ‘What did you expect?’ snarled Kokata. ‘We’ve been fleeing for months. Running and jumping is hard work.’ ‘You don’t eat enough,’ said his Lei. ‘You need to eat more.’ ‘What I need,’ snarled Kokata.. She felt the warmth of her man as his knees buckled. This new awareness of the power that Lynn was surrendering to her caused her pussy to pulse with desire.Reluctantly, she removed her hand, and with desire in her voice, Sam commanded: "Lynn, I want you to take your panties off — slowly. I want you to tantalize me; I want you to feel naked and helpless to resist me."His brow damp with sweat, Lynn got up and placed his thumb and fingers on his panties elastic band. He seductively pulled the.