", I mimicked sweetly, sliding on the final piece of my kill suit. It was nine inches of pure black silicone with a lovely soda can girth, that held o...to my hips and against my tender clit by thick dark straps. I picked back up the fake gun and walked behind her bent body, pressing my hard strap against her panties. It was time to get this playtime started. I hit the butt of the fake gun down against her tailbone causing her to scream out in pain and rock her hips. I moaned softly as her. We usually did that on Saturday nights, going to bed early then not going to sleep until later.But tonight we were not going to play, neither of us was in the mood.In bed that night, we were both on our back when she asked, “After today, I can understand if you were going to divorce me. The beach was nice ... fun even, and I ruined it. I realize now that what happened was my fault, and it was serious. I could have said ‘No’ more strongly with some physical resistance, then I could have called. Pierre grabbed the girl to have her stand up, then lie on her back on the desk, creasing a few papers in the process, but who cared. He grabbed the cleavage of her dress and pulled hard : her firm and round boobs almost jumped to his face. She had the loveliest milky skin and dark pink nipples pointing out. He couldn't help but to suck on them, suck the life out of those hard pink nipples as the girl was finding it very hard to follow her own advice to not make a sound. He loved that he was. Darlene had told me she could feel it in the core of her vagina when I touched her the way I was touching my mother now. She'd also taught me that the higher my hand got, the more intense the sensations that would flow up her leg and thrill her pussy.Mom must have been feeling it in her vagina too because she didn't protest, just quivered, making a passionate "Oooohh" sound each time she exhaled.I moved back to her feet and repeated the process on her other leg, occasionally sneeking a peek at.