"The Powers That Be don't respect borders," Oscar said. He rested his left ankle on his right knee and shook his foot with nervous energy."I'm not a G...ddess," Georgia said nervously."That's because you don't see yourself the way that I see you," Oscar said with a smile."You know what I mean," Georgia said rolling her eyes. Oscar never missed a chance to compliment her. Normally she appreciated it, but at the moment she was worried and his comments were not helping.Reaching over to touch her. After a brisk scrub I dry myself, wiggle into a pair ofmy support stockings, and begin to dress for the day.My involvement in graduate school and the consultingwork I do rarely give me a day (except for weekends) toenjoy the luxuries of Victorian dresses during the day.So I choose less voluminous, tailored lingerie, whosebulk won’t show beneath my clothing. I usually wear “combinations,” a lovely garmentresulting from combining the chemise with the drawers.I always wear two. What a clever tattoo. It felt so good.Her ass was his and he had to have it again. As he continued watching, something else caught his gaze as she rode Rocco’s cock. A small rose. He grinned catching the sight of her rose plug in her ass.He stripped himself of his clothing quickly and climbed up in the bed with them. He stayed inches behind Jolene for a few minutes and just lightly caressed her backside as she moved. Feeling like he could no longer wait, he spanked her ass softly. “How about I. You moan quietly at my touch; "I've wanted this too." We begin to touch one another. Rubbing each other between our inner thighs, moving gently over your shorts; feeling that warmth of your mound, that would feel so soft between my lips, as I think of kissing and gently sucking your clit. I begin to run my hands over your thin top, feeling your hardened nipples; I can feel myself growing more and more wet, and I feel that you are too. But, damn that anticipation is making me want to tear at.