Red stiletto heeled strappy sandals accentuated those long slender legs. Her eyeliner matched her top and lipstick matched her skirt. You have to tak... into account that this was almost 40 years ago when anything purple was the height of fashion and rubber clothing was unheard of outside of hazardous environments or kinky London brothels frequented by the rich, the aristocracy and Members of Parliament. The colours were perfect and that latex second skin was so slinky, perfectly figure hugging. His lips slid up the side of cock and would wrap themselves over my head, and then down the other side. He did that a few times and then just took me completely in his mouth and sucked me off until I emptied my balls into his mouth. I shuddered and groaned as I came and I could hear the muffled sounds of Mike swallowing every drop of my cum. I drifted back to sl**p. It was fairly early when I awoke again, and I thought to myself, “How am I going to face Mike now?” I wasn’t sure what I would do. Unconsciously, she reached her hand down and felt her pussy, right where Marc had been rubbing it earlier. It felt divine. Slowly, she began rubbing her clit, remembering Marc's hands on her breasts, his fingers in her pussy, and his cock in her mouth. She gave up on being angry, and began to moan loudly, rocking her hips back and forth against her hand. She was so involved in what she was doing that she didn't notice the door to the nursery was still open.Isaiah and Jeremiah had forgotten some. Stephie’s cock was upright and firm; holding her dress up all on its own. Mattea sunk to his knees and looked up into her eyes.“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Stephie said.“I want to, very much,” he replied, before sinking his mouth over the head of her cock.Mattea sucked on it. The most remarkable first memory was the heat. The stiffness and the silkiness of Stephie’s cock was the second most memorable feeling. Mattea pulled it downwards with one hand and allowed himself to slip it.