That was the first time I looked away from his hands and took in the rest of him. Unremarkable, really, in comparison to his hands. Neither tall nor s...ort, thin nor fat. Roughly my age. Apparently in good health. Inviting mouth, with a welcoming smile and the white teeth of someone who eschewed coffee, tea, and tobacco. Not unattractive, but not stunning either. He smelled of a woodsy soap, rugged and pleasant. And he carried himself with a quiet confidence, a take-it-or-leave-it attitude that. Freed from her pair of tight jeans, the MILF’s love box is especially pungent and ripe after the long drive to and from North Mountain; with his nose nestled in Liz’s ass crack, J.J.’s tongue works the funky slit, devouring her pussy with adolescent gusto. “This pussy is SO fucking good today!” the randy teen exclaims loudly, before latching his lips onto the MILF’s clit again. Liz can only respond with a series of loud, gasping moans, clawing at the carpeting as she tries to keep herself from. I have to admit I was embarrassed at first, but these scenes are designed to titillate and I could feel my nipples reacting. I looked down at Jerry's lap. Lo and behold there was a telltale bulge in his shorts.With, I'm sure, a big assist from the wine, my inner imp got hold of me. I reached over and grabbed his bulge and said, "You're enjoying this aren't you. I bet I'm better in bed than she is." Jerry was obviously embarrassed and his cock went limp almost immediately.But he reached over and. “What does my goddess wish of me?” She said to me as I sat upright. I smiled seeing she was kneeling before me and looking down, showing she was totally into this. She was showing her submission to me. “Well first, your Goddess does not approve of how you are dressed.” I said as I observed she was still wearing her night clothes. “Slaves have no use for clothes. Get naked.”I smiled wickedly as she stood up, still no words of protest from her, and quickly shucked off her nightie. She quickly.