He could feel the swollen and wet lips under his searching fingers. Then a finger found the dripping hole."Tommy, Tommy, please," Sue pleaded as if sh... couldn't stop him. A slow moan escaped her lips as his finger slowly slid into her body.Within seconds, Tommy's hand was dripping with his mother's sex juice. He moved his finger in and out of her warm hole, loving the feeling of her slick inner flesh. Quickly, before she could protest, he added a second finger. He heard her moan again and her. Sometimes individuals, sometimes groups. Her security team had faded into the background. But they were never very far.It took three times what was needed for the short walk. But the people had been given a chance to be up close and personal with Agnes. While they may not have had actual contact, they all felt they had been included.When Agnes climbed the three steps to the stage, she greeted Captain now Commodore Alan Greene. Commodore Greene was looking fit and in shape. Much better than he. Aboy who had agreed to the Sunday dress-up game because he no longer wantedto go to school dressed as a sissy, where other boys were making fun ofhim. Yes, a boy who was nervous about what was happening, but was alsoentranced by the pretty pink nail polish on his fingers, who loved theswirl of his pretty pink satin dress around his knees, who loved the feelof the white tights around his legs. And who loved, even more than any ofthat, the feeling of having entered a special, secret society. He told me to lie in the bed.He gave me an extremely good massage, but his hands were playing around my boob side, my waist. I saw him surreptitiously and found that he closed his eyes with pleasure. I was just happy with his firm touches in my soft body but he was extremely excited and told me to lie in back. I said that I don’t need it but he said, he will release all my stress with his magic hands. I was agreed to have more fun. He was playing with my boobs, my tummy and my thigh area. His.