Beyond her was a kneeling pixie-like woman, whose reddened face was intensely watching her hand enter Alice’s genitals. I looked back at Pixie’s a...m, saw it slow its gyrations and then saw it push strongly ahead. I felt a searing, stretching pain as I watched her hand sink deeper into Alice’s vulva. My eyes shot down between my legs and focused on another looking-glass image. An equally red-faced male voyeur, wearing perhaps a White Rabbit suit was staring back at me. One paw steadied him as. Darla drove home, showered and changed her clothes. There wasn't enough time to get her hair done. She told her mother she was going out with some girlfriends. That happened often enough not to arouse the older woman's curiosity. Now she was standing near the driveway of the Richfield filling station waiting for the man who had raped her. Darla knew she was being foolish but wasn't going to back out. She wanted to... no; she needed to see Mr. Rosen... Sam. A thrill of fear and excitement. Sometimes they even seem a bit cruel to each other, and this seems to excite me for some unknown reason. My favorite is when he bends his wife over his knee and spanks her bottom turning it a beautiful pink, and I can see from her expression how the wince of pain turns into a look of pure lust. Lucky man; lucky girl!Although I’m ashamed to admit it, but watching their private, intimate, sexual moments together, so close and so beautiful, is such a turn-on that it’s extremely hard to ignore. Softly Emy slides her hand over the other girl’s cheek. "Such soft skin." she comments while smiling wide. Juliet feels the soft fingers slide over her cheek. She starts to blush; they feel so nice and soft. Somehow she feels a warm feeling, not sure what it is. Juliet opens her eyes to look at the smiling Emy. She shakes in front of the weird emo girl, who actually looks pretty good. Emy notices how the other girl is kinda stunned and looks at her. She smiles and moves close to Juliet. Leaning.