I catch you checking me out a few more times and you catch me checking you out and looking at your cleavage. you are in a skirt and button up top, an... I'm in comfy cargo shorts and a dark green tee shirt. as we start down the runway, faster and faster, you instinctively grab my hand,"Sorry, not much of a fly." I smile and pat your hand and rub it with my fingertips,"its ok, no worries at all hun." We smile again. you see me using my pen in the magazine and look over at it as I turn it toward. “Think that hot little wife of yours might enjoy something like this in her life? Think the both of you might?” He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face down into his lap. My mouth was forced open and stretched all around his thickening meat, and he began working the back of my head. “Come on now. Don’t make me do all the work here. Is this your first time? You have to be shitting me? Bob that head like you’re bobbing for apples. There you go, slide those little sissy lips up. During a round though I remembered hearing of my aunt moaning from upstairs and wanted to do some investigating so I intentionally got myself found. I ran up the stairs to start my count up to 30. I started to yell: 1, 2, 3, and then began my hunt. I lifted up pillows, moved the bed sheets and looked in the closet but nothing. I then noticed that she had Lulu lemon pants at the bottom of the bed frame. I went to pick them up and they were soaked. I picked up the pants and started to suck on the. I’m so glad I’m not the subject of your sadistic meditations.??He sidled over to me, grabbed my left tit, protected by my thin dress alone, and pulled on it playfully. ?What makes you think you’re not, Sis?? So, we tied Amy’s protruding left nipple very tight with nylon thread, so that the cord dug deep into the base of the nipple and repeated the process with Beth’s right nip. Both girls were crying and moaning, as much from the prospect of being hit in the vagina as the pain in their tits,.