First, I stepped into a black satin thong and a bit of my landing strip was peeking out above the lace trim. I debated on what piercings I should wear...today. I went with a pair of barbells and eased the studs in the hole in each nipple. I looked in the mirror and the silver balls look great against my dark areolas.Next was the new HD tee shirt, black of course. I pulled it over my head and then my breasts tugging it tight. Another check in the mirror and not only were my nipples visible but you. After sharing a wet kiss they bent down to tongue the teacher’s slippery cunt.Sara began to moan loudly, and might well have attracted unwanted attention if the sound hadn’t been smothered by Kat’s crotch. The treatment she was receiving from Lexi and Ana distracted Sara from what she had been doing, making Kat momentarily annoyed; but then again, Kat reflected, it was hard to blame her. So finally Kat took matters into her own hands, fingering herself while rubbing her clit on the teacher’s. My s****r, Sara, was 18 and out for the night. My mom was cool like that. She let Sara and I have a lot more freedom than some of the other k**s we knew. I got out of bed and started down the stairs to get some warm milk – the best thing I know to help induce sl**p. Halfway down the stairs I started hearing my mom’s voice mixed with Margie’s coming from the basement. They weren’t talking or laughing. I remember catching my breath as I realized what I was hearing. My mom was moaning, breathless.. We are a close family, and we frequently played games together when young. I remember his 'Monster Stomper' game very well. When I was ready for bed wearing my pajamas, he would pretend to be a monster chasing me into bed. I would run and wrap my little legs around his ankles, sit on his foot and grab his leg tightly with my arms. He would lift his legs up and 'stomp' as he walked with me clinging to him. My face and tiny breasts, merely bumps then, pressed tightly against his leg, while my.