My skirt was short enough for him to seem stockings and suspenders. I pressed my foot into his leg and asked him to massage it for me. He looked a lit...tle embarrassed, but with the odd glance up my skirt he did it. After a while I said,"It's no use Mr. Dodd, the pain's moved up the inside of my thigh now, would you rub it for me?" Without waiting for an answer I stood closely beside him and hoisted my skirt up a little. His hand trembled slightly as it moved up inside my skirt where he began to. ." He managed, and she felt the first tears on her cheeks. She'd known it would be emotional, she'd been awake for hours nestled comfortably in his arms the night before. He, of course, had slipped off in an instant, but she had to prepare herself. She shouldn't have to, it should have been the most natural thing in the world, and she felt guilty about it nonetheless. It was almost like she couldn't really give herself up properly, she had to build up to it, gather her courage. It was Marcus,. Brandon was now gagging while he had his mouth fucked on his hands and knees by his older Black neighbor, his eyes watery and his cock standing straight up at how turned on he was by this, it was his fantasies coming true and he was loving it. He felt Freds hand tighten on his hair and pump his hot cum into Brandons mouth, stream after stream of hot creamy seed being pumped down his throat while the older man kept humping his thick long cock into his hungry mouth, Fred was moaning loudly too. Eyes rollback. Mouth forms a cute 'O' showing me she is feeling good. "How do you feel, Willow?" More," she whispers. I smile and kiss her lips, our tongues dancing, as my hips move a little faster, pushing deeper inside her warm pussy. My kisses swallow her moans of pleasure. She feels like Heaven. So tight. Wet. Welcoming.Sliding my hands underneath her bottom, I try a different angle and she goes crazy, thrashing about, screaming. I command the dangling branches to restrain her limbs, after.