The hands and her gown continue their journey upward. As he reaches her breasts she raises her arms, to allow him to remove her now useless sleepwear....The appearance of her breasts in the mirror elicits a moan from him. So beautiful, firm, and full. Not large, not small, perfect... hers.As he raises the gown over her head and upraised arms he pauses again. He absolutely loves this moment. Her face is covered by the white cotton, but the rest of her is exposed to his gaze. He can let all of his. OOOohhhh Yes! Please don’t stop! Pleassssse! I... I... I’m... MMMmmmmm... Close.” Jim squeezed then straightened, squeezed then straightened his fingers, over and over, in time with his sucking and licking on her clit. “OoooooOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! SSHHHiiiittt... YES! YES! YES! MMMMmmmm... Lick me, Jim. Lick it... Lick my PUSSY!” Trisha’s vaginal walls tightened on Jim’s fingers. Her back arched as her hips began to buck. She pulled his head tight and squeezed her legs around Jim’s head. Juices. It was a very abusive relationship and I had it set in my mind that it was what I deserved. That I didn’t deserve to be happy and deserved to be miserable for hurting Shane like I did. This went on for a couple of years. When things were at their worst and I was getting beaten up, I ran to a friend and he called Shane to help. Shane made me realize that this was not normal and that I needed out. He promised me that when times were their roughest that he would always be there for me. The spark. He pushed against Ronnie's back, forcing her to lie down over Damien/boy's chest. Her tits crushed between their bodies.Hotdog/boy then rubbed his own hard cock along her asscrack.Ronnie didn't know what he had planned, and she didn't really care at the moment. She was just happy to be fucking at long last.Her maid, Monique, still hidden behind some lounge chairs on the deck just outside the sliding door/window suspected what was about to happen to her mistress and zoomed the video-camera to.