She ran her fingers along his soft lifeless felt face and down the miniature suit he was wearing."It's a shame you're not alive, I bet you'd know how ...o cheer me up."She bent down and kissed the puppet and then walked off slowly into the shadows, her dress wafting as she went."Amy, wait up!"Amy turned around, wondering who had spoken to her. She knew the voice, but couldn't picture who it belonged to. She couldn't see anybody in the building. Then she saw the movement out of the corner of her. The angle is obviously frustrating him a little, as he tries but fails to lick as far as my clit. The rough, almost haphazard way he’s stimulating me is actually a turn-on in itself – it’s like he’s deliberately teasing me by failing to do it properly.Then comes a surprise as he switches his attentions from my vag to my bum hole, taking my breath away. Being licked all around the area my husband never touched in his whole life seems so wrong, so forbidden, I never thought that it might actually. But Roger felt himself mesmerized by the act beingplayed out in front of him. His erection grew almost painful as herealized that he was watching himself times two having sex and that itwas the most perfect thing he could ever imagine. His eyes followed everyline of musculature rippling under the sweaty skin of the two men as theyfucked and rested on every small spot that Roger remembered from his ownform. His mouth was getting to dry to even speak and he could do nothingbut watch.The man in. I shaved, brushed my teeth and then jumped in the shower. I went to get dressed and put her shirt on to round it out before going upstairs.Lilly was eating cold cereal at the kitchen table and I plopped down, pouring myself a bowl. She looked up and frowned at me. “Isn’t that the shirt that Emma was wearing last night?” she asked suspiciously.“It is indeed. She wore mine home last night.”“Kinky. Is that the only clothing you’re trading?”“You’ll have to check for yourself,” I told her. “The.