...” She reached and laid her hand on his thigh, then began stroking it. “Jaime, would you like a helping hand?” she quietly said. “Yes please...” he replied. He took his hand away from his cock, and Kirsty slid her hand up his thigh to cup his heavy balls in her hand. She gently squeezed them for a while, then ran her fingers up the shaft of his hard cock, up on to his huge shiny bell end. She ran her fingers delicately over it over and over again. “God, that is so big, Jaime. So big!” I sensed. It was food and freedom to a soul starving for both. Away from the window overlooking the house she was a barefoot princess spinning and twirling and dancing on air. Once she finally settled down to draw, she found even her artistic talent drew life from her attire. The sketches she made while dressed in those clothes were the best she had ever created. Sara hadn't felt that happy or alive since she was a toddler. She felt like was going to die when her father's voice called her in for the. The alluring texture of Angie’s stockings exposing her hips, with no discernable way to detach them, fascinated Christopher’s imagination enough for him to step back at arms-length and peek at her undergarment. The jaw dropping vision before him of Angie’s one piece garter/stockings exposing ellipses of skin on her inner and outer thigh separated by lace lowered him to his knees. Christopher’s concupiscence ushered his hands slowly toward him, subtly passing on the outside of her legs. Angie. He turned me around and pulled the plug out and was rubbing his rock hard cock against my hole and I could feel the cool lube--LOTS of it--dripping over my hole and onto the seat."see the little bottle in the glove compartment," he said. "Yes," I answered.It's poppers. Take it out, open it and take a big sniff, he said. I did as I was told.Almost instantaneously I felt a wave--a rush--of horny come all over me. I thought I was going to pass out, it felt SO good.As my head was spinning he.