The best time and the reason for this story is when I went out to pick up some lunch. She usually asks for food that is hard to tamper with like crisp... or chocolate or a sealed drink. Mind you she has enjoyed countless sweets that were placed in my briefs to marinaid in my balls.But this one time she asked for a kebab roll with mint chutney. I went to a shop near our work place where they serve this in open polestirine containers. I tool the food gack to the office and went straight to the bath. And move it inside. Yes, like that, keep the top of your palm firm against me . . . there! Yes, like that!” I was breathing faster now and my grammar probably wasn’t as good as what I just wrote. I pulled off my bra. My boobs bounced with happy freedom. My lips touched his again and he kissed me back, his tongue deep in my mouth. I could hear my pussy slurp at his finger. “Honey,” I said, wondering if I was asking too much, “suck on my nipple while you do that with your hand.” As he moved into. Rachael then unpacked her things and got herself ready to go out.Rachael went out for a walk along the streets of Key West for some sightseeing and some shopping. She went inside the Pirate Soul Museum and checked it out for herself. She got a good look at the various exhibits and artifacts about the pirates that lived in Florida over 300 years ago. Then, she looked at this portrait of a tall, dark, and handsome pirate. He had medium-length dark hair, a trimmed goatee, and dark brown eyes. He. He was too engrossed in the intimate sensations next to his body as he struggled to operate the heavy foot pedals. Every time he tried to change gear or brake, his silk encased butt and glossy pantyhose tended to slither tighter into his skirt. This caused the skirt's waistband to tug at his satiny top and this in turn to slip and slide erotically over his bra cups. By the time he had 'man-handled' the 4X4 back to his office his nipples were singing an oratorio of pure lust. Gasping with.