I moved my hand over her bare navel, she was feeling good. I was moving my hand like that from thighs to navel and back from navel to thighs. And took...my hand back side and hold her buttocks, Wow! She had a nice buttocks as good as her wonderful boobs. She had purposefully moved her wale upwards to the neck. So I could see her boobs from bottom. I pressed her buttocks a few times. And moved over her lower back and then again front between thighs and pussy from outside. And then her bare navel.. The servants swiftly and unobtrusively unloaded his luggage, and, after we had welcomed him, the housekeeper, Mrs Ferguson conducted him into the house, and showed him to his room. With my sisters, huddled under the large umbrella held by John Footman, I looked on as my parents greeted him, and I suddenly realised that I had never until that moment, seen a handsome man. I was, of course, about to have my first London season, and in the past year I had attended dances at the Leicester Assembly. I walked out and he said get on your fours and get your tongue out. I did that as he pulled his cock out and started pissing on my mouth. I was completely his slut now and lapped his warm piss like a bitch. The first time I did it and that too outdoors and it made me want his cock so much now. After that I licked it clean and we got back in the car. I slept in his lap again and he drove back home with the belt still around my neck.I sucked his cock slowly till we got home and now it was around. She gave me a quick kiss and then turned over and pushed back against me. I draped my arm over her voluptuous body and rested my hand on her magnificent bosom and we both quickly drifted off to sleep. The next morning, when I awakened, it took me a moment to figure out why I felt a breast in my hand, who's it was, and why it was there. After remembering the events of the day before I smiled and gave said breast a small squeeze before I got out of bed and took care of my morning routine. When I.