But, if it meant submitting to the carnal embrace, she'd take the emptiness. Still... Now at 32 years old, this might be her last chance. Her very las... shot at happiness. But, at what price?This was a final blowout before the school year started. Before she had to go back and face hordes of squealing preteens with all their petty problems and ingenious ways of avoiding anything resembling learning. Before she had to slip back into her accustomed role as teacher and animal tamer.A Caribbean. Can you feel me shake it? Can you feel my forefinger, tracing the outline of your left ankle, around and around it goes, up the back of your leg to that soft spot behind your knee. Can you feel it? Am I tickling you? Can you feel my hand on your left thigh, squeezing? Being a gentleman, I'll move my hand to your stomach. Do you feel it there, lying flat on your tummy? Next, being a gentleman, I'll move my hand to your left shoulder and on to your neck. Do you feel my hand tracing your jaw? Do. "She slipped out from the under the furs into the chill night air that was only feebly warmed by the smouldering embers of the fire that Ivory would rekindle in morning. She retrieved a pouch that was hidden behind the stone slabs from which her cabinet was assembled. She pulled out a curious reddish figurine that Ivory could see in the glimmering light was almost the exact size and shape of a man's erect penis. Glade brought it to the bed and with a shiver nestled back under the fur beside. Let’s examine your breasts”She did as requested. The gown, tied midway down the back, clung low on her hips, exposing everything above a line five or six inches below her belly button.He stood almost in front of her, but I still had a perfect view to watch him fondle my wife’s tits.“Raise your right arm over your head.”She knew the drill. He lifted her right boob with his fingers and let it drop. He pressed on the sides, underneath and on the sloping top, probing everywhere. He used his middle.