He quickly slid them up, over his own legs and aroundhis waist.The fabric was soft on his skin, comforting. Daniel picked up Gloria's jean skirt and s...ipped it up, over his newlylong and slender legs. The hem came up to his upper thigh, showing off his legs. While Danielhad previously not been keen on wearing shorts due to what he felt wereoverly hairy legs, Daniel noted with a dry sense of humor that hewouldn't have to worry about people calling him Wolfman again. Daniel wiggled his toes,. She lay in position over his knees compliantly as his words escalated her mindset into an almost hypnotic, euphoric state. Of all the positions that he used in her punishments, this position, having her draped over his knees was his favorite. He loved the feel of her body in sensuous contact with his lap. He enjoyed the access that this position afforded him to her bare bottom to view it closely, to stroke it as he lectured her and eventually to spank to a deeply red hue. Having her upended. That was a lovely happenstance. It was my particular fetish. And, of course, her pussy bush was full and black in a charming V shape. But I could see her little pussy lips peeking out as she danced around. I had never been so hard in my life. I had to release my cock and relieve myself, then and there. I started beating off as if it would be my last time. I came within a minute and my cum shot out against the stucco and dripped down the wall. I felt light headed, and decided that I would have. But it is, and as I touch my own flesh, I know that I am inhaling her and I am savouring her. She is not only the master of time, but of place, and I am transported from my solitary remembrances to a joinder of experience, with her, beside her and within her.I am with her. I know it. I can feel it. That is her hand upon my erect flesh, stroking me. It is not my hand. And that is my tongue now exploring her moist and hidden recesses, not her own hand or some object penetrating her. That is my.