” And lifting her skirt I put my hand on her lovely white knickers and slapped a bit more. As Amanda squealed in mock outrage, I slowed the rhythm... so that my hand was just rubbing up and down her ass cheeks and my finger was sliding against her pussy through her panties. I pulled the fabric to one side and slide my fingers up and down her pussy, which by now was very wet. “Do you like it when Miss touches you up like this, you bad girl? Is your pussy wet for me, you naughty. Your words sending floods of tingling heat through me. I smiled at your command and went immediately back to bed... Since my earliest days, I have had the ability to place myself where I wish to be. If I were ill, I would close me eyes and imagine more pleasant sensations, like lying on the beach and listening to the waves crash on the shore. When my husband was suffering with the worst of his cancer and even the morphine wasn't helping much, I would take him on a mental journey with me to our. I started making some groaning sounds and this helped me thrust deeper into Pooja, I realized that I was banging Pooja harder than I imagined because her hands started straining against their moorings, this only excited Pooja more and she came with her legs wailing in the air and her whole body just spamming like a fish out of water. She told me to wait for a while because she was trying to catch her breath, I did not want to stop because I was enjoying the whole exhibitionism experience and. In fact, there was no actual sense of humor, more like an attempt at it. Regardless, she politely laughed a little and went back to lick my still soft cock and my balls in a very sweet and adoring fashion. ‘Jeez, do I love it when you come. I love the taste of it. When that lady had that big glass full of it I got so turned on. ‘You know, though, it’s not that great when it gets colder. Plus it’s not that easy to drink it. It’s really thick when there’s a lot of it and you can’t just guzzle it.