He was on top of me.He lifted my legs and I placed them on his shoulders. He placed his love-stick on the opening of my love-pot and he penetrated his...big love-stick in my love-pot, sucking my lips. He gave a fast and hard push. I could feel love-stick moving in and out.The thick love-stick swiftly moved in and out of the lubricated love-pot. He kept the speed increasing. I was feeling his weight of 60 kg on my body. I was continuously moaning. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed every stroke. He was. Then the fun really began.Even though Heidi knew what was going on she pretended that she didn’t. Grandma had rolled her waistline making her skirt shorter and she had left a couple of buttons undone on her blouse too. Even Heidi couldn’t pretend not to see that and suggested that the two of them pose naked for me. Her grandmother looked right at her and said, “You already have, haven’t you?” Heidi replied that she had. So grandma told me that the pictures were not to be shown to anyone. I. Lizzie emitted a contented sigh, and her small body undulated gently against mine. My other hand was soon brushing against her cotton panties, discovering the moist warmth between her legs. Lizzie now lifted her upper leg and draped it over mine, spreading her legs farther apart. Accepting this wanton invitation with my lust-clouded mind, I started moving my finger along her panty crotch, trying to feel her slit through the damp fabric. She turned her head slightly and looked into my eyes. My breasts look massive. I read somewhere that studies have shown that the way we dress affects our self-image and behavior. I definitely felt like a slut in my outfit.It was about 11:00 am and I had just finished processing some orders, when a customer walked into the office. He's a good looking, middle-aged black man about six feet tall and weighing maybe one hundred and eighty pounds.He looked me over, blatantly staring at my breasts as he said, “My name is Kendall, and I was hoping to see.