‘Trying to escape, or trying to move closer,’ she laughed harshly, slowly rubbing her foot upwards across her captive’s skin. She stroked just t...he sole across Alice’s breasts, kneading each of them until she brought a moan. Satisfied at the reaction, she curled her toes around the British agent’s right nipple and tugged gently. The effect brought another moan, louder this time. Alice had often wondered if there was a direct connection between her nipple and her clitoris, and Helga Bachmeier. She had heard of people like that, too.As she stretched and twisted her body, watching herself, she shoved those thoughts out of her mind. She enjoyed her reflection, and she knew she would enjoy it more if her son was there, watching her. That made her an exhibitionist, too, but only for her son. She didn’t really care to have someone else watch her, strangers she didn’t know. She wanted to do all that for her son, because it would give him a hard-on and he would fuck her deliciously, make her. " I looked at Amanda and wondered why she had flipped out. Thinking I would do anything with Bruce! Not a chance. I was in the kitchen with mom when dad walked in. He looked at me briefly, must have thought I was Amanda, then his brain registered that I wasn't. He choked a bit as mom introduced me to him. "This is Janet Lynn." He looked at me carefully, shook his head, and went into read the paper. "This ought to be good when Bruce comes over to pick me up mom. Dad will freak out." "You let me. Your mouth hung wide open in a tortured expression, lost in ecstasy as you suddenly thrust your torso forward to encircle my neck with your arms, butting hard against my chest. Knocked slightly off balance by the impact, I took an unsteady step back from the table while you clung to me tightly, turning as your legs wrapped around my waist, one shoe falling to the floor unnoticed. We might have fallen had we not slammed against the row of lockers with a huge bang as one door flew open and the.