He must be letting me know how deep his tongue would go inside my pussy.Wesley continued kissing me as I felt his hand on my thigh, moving the hem of ...y dress higher. Wesley's hand slipped under my dress. I felt the tips of his fingers brushing against my freshly shaved pubic mound.I was nervous and at first and held my legs together, but then remembered why I was in that hotel room. I parted my thighs, allowing Wesley better access to my pussy. So this is why Diamond insisted that I wear no. Within a few minutes I'd seized control. Grace was no longer able tohave a conversation with Mandy. I had a passing thought of what Mandymust be thinking on the other end of the call as Grace let loose."Oh fuck! Sissy! Yes! Such a good girl! Such a good girl! Eat meSissy! Yes! Eat me!" she nearly screamed, the phone still in her hand. "I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum in your mouth baby! Get ready. I'm gonnasquirt Sissy! Oh God! Oh God! Oh! My! God! Here it comes," shewarned me. I remove your top, letting it fall on the ground as my lips find their way to your nipples, licking and sucking on them. You remove my shirt as I come up for some air after getting your nipples nice and hard. Your lips move to my chest, kissing it gently as one hand moves down between your legs. My hand runs up and down the insides of your thighs, teasing you a bit before finding your clit and rubbing it softly and slowly. I hear you’re moaning, letting me know how good it feels, this makes me. It was an unusually hot Sunday towards the end of the summer. There was a bike rally being held in a nearby park. Roland suggested that we should go. Roland’s not really interested in motor bikes, so I knew that he wanted to show me off. I asked him what I should wear, and agreed to wear the denims. I didn’t mind about the skirt, but the white T-shirt is virtually see-thru. I wanted to wear it for Roland, but I covered my nipples with a denim waistcoat which I often wear to do just that. I was.