He took a deep breath into her hair and playfully pressed his hips into her rounded buttocks.He felt her tense and smiled to himself - her reactions a...ways made him feel so ... powerful. Jason wasn’t fully hard anymore, but he was sure his aunt could still feel his cock pressing between her ass-cheeks.“How are you, Sarah?” Jason murmured softy. He moved his hand idly around - trailing his fingertips over the soft and vulnerable skin of her stomach.“Fine.” Sarah replied in a small and tight. I knew you liked me, and I just wanted to kiss someone so bad that night and you were there.’ His hands drilled into her waist when she tried to move away. ‘I’m not finished. I didn’t like you then, Emma. Not that way necessarily, and not the way you wanted me to, but mostly… I think… because I didn’t deserve you. I would’ve hurt you.’ ‘And now?’ ‘You mean, this?’ He paused, his eyes flickering as if he were sorting out the words before they came out in full sentences. ‘I don’t know what I’m. ?How am I supposed to walk in those?? ?I think the idea is that you don’t.? The heels were so high that the foot was forced into a point, like ballet shoes but without the flexibility. The black leather shoes were held on by thick straps around the ankles. My experiments with ballet had ended at the age of seven when I’d decided pink tutus were definitely not my style. Aside from the pointed toes, these slick, black leather shoes had little in common with those pink and frilly days. I tried the. Bindi pulled off Susan’s bra, dropping a breast into each hand, crushing her nipples in a way only another woman can. Susan and Bindi kissed open-mouthed – you could just see their tongues flashing under the bright video lights. Susan withdrew the cock almost all the way, paused and slammed it back in, further into Bindi’s snatch on each stroke. Bindi moaned, twisting Susan’s breasts into grotesque shapes, then sucking hard on the nipples as the climax started from her thighs, moving up to her.