They were living at fourth floor. She opened the building's door and walked towards the elevator. There was nobody in the building. She pushed the fou...th floor button in elevator.I was continuously watching her hips and ass. I approached her thoroughly. She was not looking at my side and she was not talking at all. I slightly touched her left hip. And I began rubbing her hip slowly over the dress with my penis. She was at the corner of the elevator.With a very low voice she said;-What are you. They covered every wall. Large mirrors on either side of the bed, small mirrors dotted around the walls, where they mingled with what looked like erotic artwork. Seeing his own image all around him was only a little disturbing.Without thinking about it, he slipped out of his light jacket and laid it on a chair, just as the lady entered from a doorway in the corner of the room. At first, he thought it wasn't the same lady. She had changed her dress. A pale blue satin full length gown, held by. I worked a little at entry level jobs until I was late term, then stayed home. My pregnancy didn't have any complications, and afterwards my body benefited fully from the resilience and metabolism of youth, bouncing back from the rigors of childbearing remarkably well.Shortly after our child started taking their first steps the problems started. At least, I considered them problems. Donald didn't. Tantrums, crying fits, holding breath. I knew better than to give in. Any parent with a lick of. Her shoulder-length auburn hair was just as wavy as the last time I'd cum on it, her soft, blue eyes intoxicating, all the more so because of the fear they contained. The fact that she was here on her mother's orders only added to my arousal."Come in," I told her, and, trembing a little, she complied. I closed the door, and she winced as she heard it lock: My baby knew what was about to happen to her, and she also knew there wasn't a goddamn thing she could do about it. I was already fully.