She was looking for panties in her sweater drawer and taking her sweet time doing it. After searching another bottom drawer, bending over with straigh... legs, her tits showing between the inverted V of her legs, she stood and faced me, hands on hips, flustered.She still had her high heel shoes on and walked about, gathering her dresses, holding up one after another. She tossed all to the bed and stood with a hand on her cocked hip and said, "Jerry, none of my dresses are sexy. They're all too. I deflected by handing him the crop. I wanted to have Sex with him, not fantasize about cocks I can't have right now (distance). Im not sure what his motive was but when he started using the crop I came to a pleasent orgasm. He came soon after.Today's writing assignment is 9 things I love about master...Your hugsYour cuddlesYour spontanious attitudeYour hard working natureYour kissesYour hairYour cookingYour caring loving personality with meYour intelligence2020 add in, your devotion to our. " Judy grabbed my hand and dragged me to the closet as everyone else laughed."Brian, we said once that there wasn't as much difference between eighteen and sixteen as there was between fifteen and thirteen," she whispered to me anxiously. "I've been waiting four years. Please kiss me and touch me like a lover. I love my compañera, but I've always held a fantasy of the boy who took Foods and who arranged to have me protected when I went to junior high school."We kissed and she pulled my hand up. We’d fucked all night and most of the morning. Wendy had just left the house with an ass full of my cum. I was content for the moment and not particularly motivated to get up, much less put clothes on.“Why?”“Because shopping is fun, duh! Besides, don’t you want to see me in pretty new things?”“You never have clothes on anyway.”“But, taking them off of me is fun, isn’t it?” She giggled.“True.”“That and you really like ripping my clothes. I’m running out of bras and panties.”“So stop wearing.