Her hand was wider than the strip of fabric.As her fingers explored the heated flesh of her inner thighs, she felt the slick of her own honey smearing...her skin. She pushed aside the scant strip of fabric and let her fingers play over the shape of her pussy, stroking and teasing her lips until the heated flow of her body's nectar seemed to be everywhere.Marina gripped the upper edge of the open refrigerator door, relishing the play of heat and cool over the surface of her skin. The intense flush. "?Well then please call me Michelle, Miss Blair is way to formal.?So within a few minutes I was standing there in nothing but my stay upstockings, high cut lace panties and a matching bra. As I stood and sheplaced a silk robe around my shoulders I felt glad that I chose to wearmy best matching lingerie."Before we fit the dress, there are some other undergarments that mustbe worn," she said moving toward me with an elegant violet box. Sheopened it up and undid some tissue paper to reveal a. I didn't bother to get back under the rug when I returned to the fire, just crouched completely naked before it, and stirred the soup powder into the boiling water with a twig. It felt a bit naughty, but quite natural, to be crouching like that, thighs spread letting the heat of the flames to radiate to my shrunken, dangling cock. When I turned to Mom with the pot of soup I saw that she had found a mug of her own and was waiting eagerly. She held out her mug as she giggled,"It doesn't look. . not to stop!. But with duct tape holding the ball in her mouth she could barely make her words of encouragement or understood what she was saying, he then removed the tape and ball, still not quite believing what she had actually said?. With her legs still spread quite wide and hanging at the perfect height he told the other men to give her the fucking of her life. These animals now lined up to take there turn, they unzipped there pants one at a time. Each one as if they were a.