‘I have to spend time with Ivanova this evening. Irina will ensure you are fed.’ Thus dismissed I went to my quarters and poured myself a welcome ...drink. Irina came to me around twenty minutes later. Her eyes were sad, dark rings under them. Mutely she served me some food and as she turned to leave I caught sight of a livid bruise on the thigh. I enquired about it. ‘I failed to prepare you correctly this morning, Miss. I was punished.' I lifted the hem of her dress and saw she spoke the truth.. I suspect a lot of these “faked” ones are done by men with the woman’s knowledge. We don’t just get naked. Well, I don’t. It starts slowly, chaps, no rush !There’s no set format to it, either. I would tend to touch my breasts through my clothing. One hand straying to my belly and, again, through my clothes, just apply a little pressure, with my fingers, down towards my pussy. I may lift my skirt a little and let the fingers on one hand brush against my thigh. I’m still dressed, although, I may. Joan knew well the ability of Father Paul to pass on the abundance of God’s love, however when he placed his mouth on the juncture to her femininity her eyes closed tightly, and she saw the color crimson, a bright red. She had only seen the color once before on the cloak of a Roman Knight, who was passing through her village. Several minutes passed slowly in ecstasy beyond her belief, then everything went black. Joan awoke sometime later, a funny tingle in the area of her sliten and vagina.. "Ouch," was my only reply."Jiiiimmmy!"I spun around at the sound of another familiar voice. And just in time, too, as Jessa came bounding up to me and jumped into my arms before wrapping her legs around my back. She still had her bikini on (unlike her mom, Jessa was more than able to fill out her top, so I didn't foresee any trips to the plastic surgeon in her future), which made her leap of joy into my chest a good ten percent less uncomfortable for me. Embracing an old friend while you're.