..." Diana said wearily as she opened thedoor to her condo. She took a moment to take off her high heels, rubbingher stocking clad feet for a moment. ...Ah, Jane isn't back yet.... as shenoticed no other sound coming from the condo. Ah well, she figured, Ican unwind with luscious mistress of wine, as she placed her clutchpurse down and walked over to the kitchen fridge. Opening it up, shegrabbed a single bottle of rose wine, along with a glass. Pouring thewine into the glass, Diana thought back to. My small breast felt especially firm and sweet; the nipples red and erect.I felt confident and attractive and sexy; almost an equal to Iris whom I now adored.Sprinkling talcum powder on each other, we ground our hips together; our snatch juices flowing.We kissed; our bourbon flavoured tongues entwining; I wanted her badly now.Then snuggled into her bed we cuddled closely.She began conspiring with me over handling Guy's next sex session with me.She fingered my clitoris while she skimmed over the. ‘Those clothes aren’t made for swimming, the saltwater could be quite hard on the fabric, and it might even be dangerous.’ ‘Then I just won’t go!’ Margaret insisted, stomping back up onto the dry sand. ‘Margaret, don’t be such a child! I have a beautiful blue suit you may borrow, it should fit you perfectly well.’ I had feared Elizabeth was pushing her daughter too far, and regrettably, I was correct. ‘But I won’t be beautiful in it!’ Margaret snapped. ‘I’ll look like…’ She gestured at her. I stand up by the bed and let him start caressing my body, loosening the strings on my top and unbuttoning my shorts. I let my hands slide over his body, returning the lustful want. It's not him that I desire, I hope you know that. He is just a tool, but he happens to be the tool that gets to fuck and feel your inner depths. My hands reach into his pants to find his cock solid and begging for attention. It's just as you described, not overly large but with the right girth to stretch you. I.