I moan into your nipple and nibble it again.You sit up and turn yourself around so your back and ass are in full view of me. You scoot back until your...legs are around my face. I look up and see your pussy in front of me and I grin. I lift my head up slightly and poke my tongue out to taste—it’s sweet. I reach my arm around you so that I can touch you with my thumb. I press against your clit, and you let out an exhale as you lower yourself onto my mouth. I lick up and down—slowly at first, but. She was pretty with shoulder length hair which looked like it had been just let down, and her breasts were larger than I had expected, not huge, but large and with the firmness of youth. She looked her age, eighteen, and that turned me on even more, the idea of submitting to a much younger girl, a schoolgirl at that.“I hope you like boy, as this is the body you will be serving and worshipping from now on. I am your Mistress, your horny, kinky, perverted Mistress.”She poured more lube onto the. I won't say pianist because I'm not that talented but I've had many years of training, starting with lessons at the age of five from my piano teacher mom. Mom is a stay-at-home wife who always supplemented our family income through piano lessons, provided (mostly) to the members of our parish which produced a fresh crop of students each year. For years, I watched Mom teach other k**s, from beginners to graduates just surpassing their teacher's ability. We often attended recitals at our church. John and I decided to stay back and continue our Netflix binge watching of Christmas movies. After everyone left John excused himself and was gone a long time. I went upstairs to look for him and found him coming out of my room with my favorite pair of panties in his hand. I asked what he was doing and he mumbled something about not wanting the dog to get them because they were laying on the floor. I smiled at him and said just bring them back when you're done and winked at him. I went back to.