“Up you get” she ordered. I was enjoying the warmth and softness of her bare thighs, but reluctantly I allowed Phoebe to ease me up and I stood, r...ubbing my bottom. The tears had gone but I was unaware, even unconcerned, that I was naked and was on show again. Phoebe stood there, watching me continue to rub my bottom. I looked up and caught her eye. She smiled back at me. Then I realised I was starting to grow again. I couldn’t stop it. Even after such a long thrashing. I said “I’m so. "You don't miss a chance to play with my tits, do you? It's still hard for me to believe, but I suppose you must like them." There's an old joke about men and breasts," I said, squeezing gently."Go on..." said with a theatrical sigh."There's only one question in a man's mind; it's not how big are they, or how firm are they, or do they sag ... No the only question is, 'can I touch them'? If the answer is 'yes' then they're perfect." Humph! So ... you like them because you can touch them?"I. My dripping cunt was inches from his hard prick, and I rubbed myself at the same tempo as I used on his thick pole. I wanted to come, but I was tired of my own fingers. When I felt the first urgent spasm in Michael’s suffering cock, I slid forward until the length of his cock rode along my hot slit. Bending down, I dangled my tits in his face. ‘Suck my nipples, Michael,’ I gasped. ‘I’m going to jack you off with my hot pussy, and come all over your hard cock!’ Michael began thrusting his hips. I was standing in front of him and mycock was rock hard. He placed a garterbelt around my waist and fastenedthem to the stockings. I loved turning around and feeling him do thisto me. Then he held out a beautiful pair of matching panties for metoo. He helped me into them and even was "kind" enough to tuck me inproperly. He held out a bra for me and I nearly giggled, telling himthat I was just a little "flat" for the bra. I should have known whathe had in mind, as he then reached over and picked.