...... you are totally mesmerised. You are concentrating on me one hundred percent, perfect....... anything less than one hundred percent is not good ...enough for me, its all or nothing! I slowly walk over to the lounge where my handbag is and I bend over to pick it up. I bend at the waist, not the knees knowing full well that you would get a full view of my moist clam. I take my time picking up my bag giving you those few precious seconds to study my smooth pussy. I hear you inhale deeply. I. For what harm had I done, except be an imp of a girl in a beautiful dress? Yet he would prefer to censor my appearance and have my spirit crushed. He knew nothing of love, he sought merely to own a woman as his wife and use her to procreate not cherish, to make an heir and a spare as they say. A fear of William Postlethwaite began to take hold of me, the man was stubborn, a coward who spoke of Trafalgar as if he had bravely faced Napoleon's fleet there. He despised the French, he despised the. "Does that feel good little one" "Yes daddy" "Do you want to keep playing?" "Yes please daddy" Good, I need you to start bouncing on that big lollypop for me, here I'll help" He grabbed my waist and moved me up and down , tears filled my eyes as I felt his head brush against my cervix."Daddy I think I'm too little for this game" His grip on my waist tightened"No you're not little one do you want to try a different position? "Before I could answer he pushed me off his lap and face down into the. “Ohhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkk! Emily! Gonna……fuck! Gonna cum!” she gasped as her body tensed and her hands grabbed at me and held me so that my pussy was tight against hers. I felt my own orgasm building and it had that familiar sensation that told me that I was not only going to cum but I was going to squirt my juices all over Vicky.“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I uttered as I felt my release. The look on her face when she realized what was happening was so mesmerizing.She was soaked, so was I. I thought about.