I returned the favor, pulling his shirt up out of his jeans and scoring his back with my fingernails. He drew in his breath and hissed with pleasure. ...hen, his hands were on my hips, reaching down for the hem of my dress, pulling it up over my thighs. I began to breathe harder. Now this was getting real. His fingers found their way between my legs and into my panties. He didn’t try and pull them down, just moved them aside, sliding his fingers straight into the warmth and wet, there. I angled. I was awestruck by her morning loveliness and just stood, staring, as she went about her business. She picked the loose end of her pallu and pulled it around her back to tuck into her waist, giving me a good look of the fleshy hip I so desperately loved. I dumbly stood and stared at her back as she lifted her hands up to tie her hair in a bun; I was mesmerised. Just then, she turned around – to face a teenager with a noticeable tent in his pajamas, and his mouth slightly open, eyes on her. I. “I just felt that today wasn’t an appropriate time to tell her about it.”“He promised Cezar that he’d take care of Juana and their children if anything happened to him. As you know, we already have you drop off extra food each week,” Aunt Peggy explained.“Why don’t you take her over on my grav sled?” I asked Don. “The fan boat is already over there.”“Good idea, that would be a lot faster,” he replied.“You should probably switch it back to civilian mode before using it,” I suggested.“What? How. This way, she could control his pleasure – keep him hard – maintain his full arousal without giving him that final release. Gav ran his hands through her oceans of blonde hair as she sent him to new heights of sexual fulfilment. Smiling a cool, sexy smile she sat up and stepped onto the sofa before straddling his waist. He cupped each breast, caressing the soft globes and took a nipple into his mouth as her pussy stroked the head of his cock. Each thrust of her hips drew his cock further into.