Even as our tongues intertwined in each other’s mouth, my other hand was roaming down his ass and further down to the rear of his thigh. Yup, there ...as the tell-tale sign of a six-strap garter belt holding up his stockings. Knowing Charlie, I just knew he was also wearing some sexy lacy panties. My dick jerked to its full erection, struggling to escape my panties. But I was still encumbered with my trousers, so all that I really accomplished was an additional spurt of precum into my panties. A plan began to form.I changed her angle on the bed, head now hanging off the edge; figuring what I was going to do, she began cursing until I threatened to silence her. As I approached the bed, naked, my hard cock jutting proudly from my groin, she switched instead to begging. Ignoring her, I stepped close, rubbing my leaking cock against her cheeks, her eyelids, even her nose before presenting the head to her mouth.She tried to defy me, but had no chance; she found herself, totally against. She'd never been cuddled in her life, and she wasn't into it. And she would not stand for people hanging around for awkward, slow goodbyes.But this time, she found she couldn't just put the whole thing out of her mind. Maybe she should apologize. But... for what exactly? Faith searched for some friendly gesture to make in case Dawn was mad. Maybe she'd bring Dawn... a hot cocoa, or something? A cookie? Can't have hurt feelings with Buffy's s*ster at a time like this.Faith turned from the. There was Yasuko Kawashira, a Japanese man living with his wife Aniko in their fine colonial-style house. Also, there was Allan Dumont, who lived as a "cuckold" for his dominant wife, Charmaine. He never got laid, and he only got to masturbate once a week.That struck Angie as particularly odd. Here, Allan had a gorgeous wife, and he would rather watch her than sleep with her! Or, would he, she wondered? How much of this was consensual, and how much was imposed on him? Time to find out, she.