Caressing her heart-shaped ass, he rolled his hips to match her movements. He wet a middle finger inside her and placed it against her asshole. It ent...red slowly, driven by the motion of her hips.Feeling the first twinges of his approaching orgasm, he began to lick up her sweet swollen pink lips to her throbbing clit. A duet of dueling moans filled the room as they both were driven over the edge together. Her juice ran down his chin as his pumped his seed against her tongue. She swallowed all. As a woman, Bill took great pains to tease, and to please that healthymale libido of hers, adorning that sexy body of hers in all sort offetish attire. Though she generally liked to lounge around the house inLycra/Spandex tights, and either a bulky-knit sweater or luxurious satinblouse, occasionally Bill would opted for something along the lines of aPlayboy Bunny Costume, or if not that, an I Dream of Jeannie styled haremgirl ensemble.In fact, it was the fetish attire business that led Bill to. I knew it was meant to explain the cause for her perverse question, but to me it was merely a way to coax my arousal even closer to the surface. My brain knew I could not let her get naked, but my body disagreed.“Of course,” I said, hating myself as soon as the words had left my lips. But the hatred was soon replaced by arousal when Nikki stood up and began slowly, sensually removing her lingerie.“There’s nothing wrong with looking,” I told myself, hoping I would have the willpower to keep our. Ariana pauses for half a second, looking back for a second, then continuing on. The barest whisper of sensation caressed her thighs - probably just the air. Steve was looking down at the magazine, his face a picture of innocence. He could feel the smooth nylon under his psychic fingers, suddenly ending along her inner thigh. Real nylons - no panty hose. His teenage cock gave another lurch as Ariana turned away to finish giving her other patient her medicine.Steve looked at George Bush Sr. in.