The hairs on his leg are coarse against my soft sole, but still I enjoy the different textures of our body. He rises over me, my legs slide up his and...I wrap them around his hips. ‘Mike please,’ I hear the begging in my voice. His hand skims down between us, I feel him grasp his penis, his knuckles graze my pussy lips, and then I feel the tip of his cock. He slides it between the wet lips, making me release more juice. My bottom lip is bitten and tugged inside my mouth, my back arches, I want. I produced a little precum and the lube got even better. Pretty soon I had scooted up toward her face and was giving her a full mouth thrust each time I cleared her tits. Wendy had tiny little features, a little pixy nose and an itty bitty mouth with an adorable little overbite; she had to gape her mouth open to take me in and her little bitty mouth made my dick look even bigger.After a little while all the rubbing on her nipples got them even harder and more erect. They were as rigid as a pair. The room was warmed by a crackling fire. Madame had instructed Isit next to her on a couch, which I did, continuing to watch mydeportment. Finally, she turned her attention to me."Well, Marie. Your Mistress has told me a lot about you, and I am happyto see that you are everything she said to expect." Thank you, Madame," I said.She rested her hand on my leg, just below my skirt. Her thumb andforefinger stroked my stocking, feeling its texture and smoothness.She continued, "You see, Marie, I am. She named herself." AuntSamantha looked like she's fainting, but she steadied herselfquickly. She shook her head in disbelief, "Peter, Petrawhatever, and the both of you better clean up this mess beforethe dinner. Your grandmother won't like it if the house is in amess."The three of us hung our heads down to show our repentance. AuntSamantha slammed the door furiously and left. When her footstepsfaded away, we looked at each other amusingly. We burst outlaughing loudly. Wiping a tear away, I.