“Good girl,” said Matty as he took the scissors. My heart soared at the words. “Lift your arms above your head.” I did it. He placed the sciss...rs between my tits and then opened the scissors. He started to cut the fabric below my chest in slow, deliberate strokes. Every few inches, he held the scissors in one hand and ripped the fabric. My tits shook as he tore the dress. I watched his face as he worked with concentration to split the dress down the middle. When he got to my waist, he set the. You say in a husky voice “No keep going I was enjoying the show” I look down to your all ready erect penis, as it seems to be fighting to escape your pants. I ram my fingers into my slit soaking my fingers more, and more with each thrust. I watch as you take your throbbing cock into your hand. Rubbing your hand over the head of your cock, moaning ever so slightly. I keep ramming my fingers in and out of my pussy, but then you stop as if displeased.You look down at me, and say in a growlish sort. There's that yearning pleasure I get whenever I wake up in the morning and after showering I head out to morning devotion and lessons, and after getting something to eat, I'm off to check whichever work schedule I have waiting for me. I've always considered myself a lazy slob, but that was in my former life. A life I seldom think of anymore, though there are moments when I recall snatches and indelible moments of it. I do remember myself as once being lazy, nonchalant at stuff, putting on airs. .. all through midnight... past... past... hours had passed in darkness; the two of them had drifted into sleep at brief intervals, until she felt his manly hands grabbing her boobs, his agile frame pressed against her soft flesh, wiry muscles throbbing with virile heat against her bronzed skin in the dim moonlight. Those hands... fondling her ass, signaling to her that the penetration would begun again, and continue, and that wasn't counting the reaming he'd given her pussy while still in her.