I looked at the back of my hand and it did not look right. Ifound myself thinking that my hand should be beautiful. That is needed tobe smooth and s...ft and that the nails should be shaped and polished.What guy thinks that way? Hands are for work. They are used for holdingtools, carrying heavy things, writing notes if needed, clenching intofists and being used as weapons, occasionally. Not things of beauty. Thethought was totally wrong, but somehow, completely right.I knew from that very. Sally quickly got on her knees and her cunt juice was running out with the excitement of what she was about to do. She turned and saw her mum’s orgasm taking over her whole body and wanted her dad to give her the same. Darren aimed his smelly cock to her cunt entrance and when he pushed into her was amazed at how tight she was. He knew that this was all wrong but some how it seem alright. He fucked her gently while Sally was pushing back to make it go in deeper. She turned and looked at him and. “Now then, weak little man, I want you to lick my wet pussy and beg me to cure your erection. I hope you know how I want it.”, I said giving him a mischievous smile.I couldn’t have wished for a more loyal sex slave than that cunning bastard. He knew he would never get to taste such a posh pussy in his pathetic life, so he put in all his efforts.The weak little man behaved like one – he inserted his tongue deep inside my pussy and swiftly moved it up and down while holding my feet. His tongue. I had to admit her little body and the way she spread her legs was to entice me and it worked I thought of her naked and tied up. And then my cock got really hard. Emma said again looking at my crutch would I show her my cock and I could play with her pussy, she promised she would not to tell anyone. I looked up the garden and we were out of view of the food tables and the others at the party, I lifted her dress and got her to hold it up with her mouth. There she was her pussy in full view, I.