Just the two of us.I was my parents' only child. There were no sons upon whom my father could shower his masculine words of wisdom. No testosterone-la...en little-boy reflections of his DNA. So, like so many sonless fathers, he compensated by indulging my non-girly interests. Our first full-weekend trip to the woods was, in short, an invitation to disaster.We hiked for an hour or so, him pointing out bear and deer tracks, listening to squirrels chatter angrily at us from overhead, stomping our. I picked up the small vibrator licked the tip and eased it inside her tuned it on and watched her face, she was struggling against the belt that bound her hands, she looked angelic her face the indicator of her body's state of arousal I held her hips down"Don't fight it, let yourself come." I pushed the butterfly control up to nearly full, her face contorted, she bit her lip and stifled a cry as her body went rigid, I bent down to taste the slight increase in acidity that orgasm brings, I. She was teasing me by showing her navel. I was hard as hell. I started jerking off.She removed her top and skirt. She was in her black panty. The black panty and bra always turn me on. My monster was so eager to fuck her. I wish she had been with me at that moment. She was playing with her hard nipples. She was moaning lightly.Me: Remove this panty.She did in a fraction of a second. Her clean-shaven pussy was tempting, and I was dying to eat her. She was inserting her finger, and now she was. Claire is either tugging my camisole top off over my head or unbuttoning my shirt and stripping it down my back and arms, she wants to get her hands and mouth on my breasts which – thank the heavens – she enjoys so much; I’m a 34D, so there is plenty for her to play with. Once my top has been discarded, she will unsnap my bra at the back and fling it across the hall, or if she can’t wait even for that she will pull the bra cups down and let my tits spill out. She kneads my mounds like dough,.