Working carefully, I soon had her topless. Just as I had always suspected, her tits were a work of art. The perfect orbs were capped with nipples that...cried out to be sucked. They were neither too big nor too small. I felt her hard nipples. My heart was beating really fast By then, my cock was so hard that it hurt. I had no choice but to take it out of my pants.I took my eight-inch cock in hand and began to masturbate in earnest. By then, it was doing my thinking for me. I almost jumped out of. She was sat at her desk, looking expectantly up at me. Her jacket was hung up by the big window so she was in her blouse, and I noted for the first time that she had a large silver pendant hanging down from her neck and nestling just above the mounds of her bosom. I’m sure that a thin bead of sweat sprang out on my forehead and my mouth went dry when I realised that the reason that I could see it so clearly was because her blouse was unbuttoned far enough down for the tops of a lacy, turquoise. I forced my tongue deep inside her and then swirled my way down to her clit. She continued to kick and thrash as an orgasm exploded through her body. I kept my face buried deep in her ass cheeks, even though she nearly drowned me.As lost as I was in lust, I still had time to be surprised by the differences between the sisters. My wife has dryness issues, and we have to be careful to keep her lubricated during sex. Both of her younger sisters were fountains of wetness. My wife has a strong,. I know if I had him here, I'd be stroking his skin delicately with my fingertips, as he stroked me with his whole body. The hugger wants to stroke me too, in a way. Its sensor studded digit extends to my now erect clitoris, attempting to replicate the feel of a real man there. I have no idea how successful it is. I've never had a real man. Well, except for this rich lady's man. And he's never going to be here for real. Only in my head. He'd cost more to rent for a day than I earn in a year.The.