Molly was always well dressed, blouses, skirts, heels and stockings. I never saw her in anything but heels, not even on the snowiest of days. I first ...oticed Molly at the age of 16 when she was bent over in her garden. Her stocking tops were exposed and I caught a slight glimpse of her ass in black satin panties. Her slip was blocking a good portion of the view. I later learned that she never owned a pair of cotton panties in her adult life, always satin, silk, or nylon. When I saw her sweet. We play on the computer together. We love to dance together. Lots of things." Oh." Briana thought about that one for a minute. "Do you kiss?"Sophia lost it again. Warren just looked at Briana and said, "Sometimes." She watches way too much TV, I think" Michelle said, bemused."I don't kiss my boyfriend. Kissing's gross," Briana offered."That's good. You don't have to kiss, you know." Good." She got off the couch. "I have to go potty now. Be right back." And she was off.Warren just looked at. The pain was not painful at all. She found a form of pleasure in the way the heat rolled down her back in trails of crimson. She then opened her eyes without ever realizing that she had closed them and once again, that cold black dragonhead with those eyes that go on forever. God she loved those eyes. She fell into her trance staring into his eyes again. She was snapped out by long forked tongue trailing down over her body. Wherever his tongue went, it left a trail of ice on her skin. Her back. At the end of the day, whatever got Sam's slutty, bimbofied body filled with cum was acceptable.As Frank slammed himself into her over and over again, driving them both closer and closer to climax, Sam focused on just how much she was taking advantage of this man as her giant tits bounced wildly in his face and her pussy wrapped them both in waves of sexual pleasure. True, he was about to cum inside the woman of his dreams, but she was getting to have her way with his sexy, masculine body,.