He could see his mother’s hip squirming. Her skirt was around her waist. Her knickers were on the floor and Doug had his fingers deep inside his mo...her’s secret place. She was moaning sounds of pleasure. “Oh Doug, you’re making me cum,” she gasped and I watched in awe as her hips bucked and she writhed to her gasps and moans until she gasped “Oh yes, I’m cumming”. Her back arched and her body tensed. I realised from that moment that a woman’s cum could obviously be much better that a. Turned it on, full blast and placed her hand at the vents, waiting. The motel room appeared to be held together with bailing wire and duct tape. But Lynn was willing to keep silent if the room got iceberg cold. Misting, condensation vapors began to trail from the blowing wall unit, so Lynn took it as a good sign and darted to retrieve her things from the car. She returned and placed her luggage on the floor and laid the Dream Catcher on the bed. Tossed the keys on the nightstand and went and. I slowly stroked my clit silently, until I was nearly ready, and then went to the bathroom again and relieved myself. The next morning, no one spoke of the night before. In fact, I never heard of anyone speaking about it again. Mindy and I became good friends, but neither of us ever mentioned it to the other. I had seen Mindy watching me, as we were all at it, and I know that she knew I was not a rookie, but we never spoke of it. She was a tall, thin, smart, very pretty girl, and later became a. I don't know how to incorporate images and such into the mix let alone have a program for someone speaking the words. You love femininityYou adore femininityWhen you see femininity it turns you onYou want to be feminineYou have strong desires to be feminineYou are feminineSay I want to be feminineYOU ARE A SUBMISSIVE SISSY SLUTYou love lingerieYou adore lingerieWhen you see lingerie it turns you onYou want to wear lingerieYou have strong desires to wear lingerieYou will wear lingerieSay I want.