Tab mujhhe ehshas hua ki mera land uske gand me ghus gaya hai mai thori der ruka raha or uske gand ko sehla raha tha 5 mint bad jab usko thora rahat m...ili to maine apna land bahar nikala or use ghoori ban diya or khud uske pichhe uske gand me apna land dal kea age-pichhe kar raha tha or wo karah rahi thi maine thora or jor se dhakka mara to mera pura land uske gand me ghus gaya or wo fisal ke niche gir gai ab wo pet ke bal jamin pe chit leti thi or mai uske gand ke upar maine tab bhi dhakka. I had a tiny black leather bikini on, with boot lace straps fastening the briefs and bra, a leather collar and a ball-gag in my mouth. Between my wide-open legs was a sign saying, “Happy Birthday”. He smiled as he came over to the bed, leaning down to kiss my forehead. Then he took off his jacket and knelt down, reaching over to stroke my exposed belly. I squirmed as his fingers moved feather-soft across my skin, and smiled behind the gag. No chance then of his refusing this gift. Both hands. Within minutes, her clothing was in tatters: blouse, camisole, etc. Soon, she was down to her bra and panties. I left a trail of hickeys, as well as teeth marks. She was so overwhelmed, I began to slow down. She screamed "No, No - Don't Stop! Keep Going!" We continued on, with great force - intensely sexual, but not damaging. She was so incredibly responsive, it was clear she'd never had any level of intense sexual play, since she'd only ever had sex with her husband - and, it appears, he was. ” I didn’t move away – I liked how her hand felt. She made me feel like the grown up I was. I unbuttoned my blouse and let it fall to the floor. With some embarrassment, I unclasped my bra (why do I even wear this thing?) and it joined my blouse. I couldn’t believe how good her fingers felt through my jeans, almost like masturbating. “You have lovely breasts, Ashley. I wish I had smaller breasts like you.” Was she nuts? Daddy, all this time, was just watching and listening. He didn’t look like.