Susan reached over and undid the remaining buttons on the blouse, pushing it to the side, exposing both tits."Play with your nipples for me."Bonnie to...k the opportunity to cover her breasts with her hands as she rubbed the tips."No, no, no. Roll them between your finger and thumb. I want to see them harden. I think some others here might enjoy seeing it as well."Just then the waiter returned with their drinks, he looked at Susan and winked."Very nice." They are, aren't they?"Susan reached over. If she listens closely enough, the sound (as all sounds elicited by familiar lovers do) has a rhythm to it. A melody that she can control, build and swell to any crescendo she chooses. Each throb vibrates through him like his veins and nerves are really strings to be plucked and her every note is pure music, primal reverberations. And it's time to play. Adam tenses as her lips seal over his head, slightly trembling, just a precursor to the frenzy she will build. She knows his being more than. He worked deep and slow but with good power. It felt sensational, the whole thing, the tightness of the cinch belt and the suspenders. the soft touch of the dress, the pull of Matt on my plait, his crotch smashing into my pert butt, he bent over and whispered in my ear, he talked dirty to me. i felt a rush surge up my body as he picked up the pace. his body working hard. he leant over me and began forcing down into me, the pressure and the sensation changed once more, i felt another wave as his. He thought to himself. She’s probably embarrassed about it too. ‘Nothing’ he said, shaking his head. He no longer felt paralysed, and walked towards her. She outstretched her hand. ‘Here, take my hand. We don’t want you falling behind.’ She flashed him a dazzling smile. Richard had so many questions, but he felt unable to speak. [/i]My own daughter...what does she think she’s doing?[/i] Richard couldn’t work out why he felt so strange. It’s not my fault, I can’t choose how she dresses..