The way he felt against me should be sinful... well, it is. That didn't stop me from slowing down my pace at all. The sound of skin slapping on skin g...ot ever louder as I pounded into him. He was completely mine right now, and nothing could make me stop tearing him open with my massive cock. The feeling of his fingernails digging into my skin only made me go harder, his desperate whimpers, his begging, his screams pleading for more of me only made me go even farther.Before at last with a final. Benjie caught a brief glimpse of Mum’s stocking tops. He started feeling stiff.“Mum, can you stop flashing your slips and stocking tops to Benjie so that we can get started on how we are to do Benjie’s make-up and hair for the Zoom meeting,” said Alice in exasperation.Jane dropped the hem of her slip and skirt and sat back down. After breakfast was finished, they all went to Mum’s bedroom to give Benjie a make-over and then Alice as well with some traces of beard, applied with a black Kohl. Holmes ran his eyes up and down the little girl and smiled. She was the kind he liked. Young, and still developing. He knew her cunt juices would be sparkling clean, thin and clear and tasty! Her titties weren't big, but he could see her nipples poking out of her blouse and knew she was going around braless."I'm a friend of your mother's," Holmes said, walking up beside her. "You can call me Uncle Matt. What's your name?" Mary," she said, smiling as she noticed his eyes on her hard nipples.. "Jan asked what happened and Mary said, "I did exactly what you said. (Incidentally, all my bras are going in the trash tonight.) I drowned my slit and my boobs — Don calls them boobs — with the musk oil. We were working late, as usual, and I asked Don to come over to my desk for a minute. There was some dumb thing in the typewriter I was working on. He leaned over me to read it and got a whiff of the musk oil, or me, or whatever. Anyway, he asked, 'What's that wonderful fragrance?' I said it.