I didn't mean to wake you two."Sandra glanced toward her sister. "He's going running, remember?" But the weather people said it was going to snow," Bo...by groused, half-asleep. Turning over, she pulled the sheet over her head and mumbled, barely audibly, "It's nuts to run in the snow on a mountaintop. It's..." Whatever she was going to say faded away as she drifted back to dreamland.A few moments later, Art came over to kiss Sandra, then reached to touch Bobby's sheet-covered shoulder for a. Soon you will fight, my darling girl! I will be cheering you on. You won't let me down, will you, sweet Francine?"Sweet Francine once more ignored Frederica's amorous approaches. Not that Frederica wasn't pretty. In fact she was more than pretty. She was adorable. But Francine still remembered Diana, whom she had always worshipped - if in secret. And her worship of Diana had never been physical, just admiration for a woman who had never succumbed to Francine's control freakery!And then a. Then you grip the hem of my chemise and pull it over my head, tossing it aside. I hook my thumbs into the elastic of my black silk thong and slide it off my hips, letting it too hit the floor. I kick it off my ankle and then together we pour me into the skin tight teddy. Balancing like a graceful egret on one leg at a time, I slip on one, then the other stocking up to my thigh and hook the garters in place with your help. Lastly come the stilettos. I pirouette for you to admire the newly. She is sucking and swallowing every drop. Slowly she pulls back and I can see her licking the last bits of cum off the head as I come back to earth. She moves up and gives me a passionate kiss. I can taste the saltiness of my cum in her mouth as her tongue searches for mine. After a couple minutes of this she lifts up and I ask if she is going to let me up. To which she replies that she isn’t finished with me yet. She gets up and stands over me then takes the bottle of oil and pours some on my.