She traced the contours of my mouth with her tongue, and then drew it back so that I could feel hers. My hands were now on her bottom, and by the way ...she was squiggling, it was obvious her senses were on full alert.My wife cleared her throat, and I guess I broke off the kiss rather abruptly, looking like a fish out of water. My daughter, though, still had her arms around me and was grinning from ear to ear.I looked over at my wife and she was smiling too. That puzzled me, but I let it go at. I guess it was from whoever my hairdresser was, but as Ididn't know what my writing looked like I couldn't tell.Then I checked the clutch bag some more, I found a phone. It was anIPhone and instinctively I pressed the button with my thumb. It unlockedand on the home screen, I could see a photo of Peter and I. I could seethat I had a text from Peter, so I immediately opened it. It read:'Susan, I'm really sorry that you couldn't stay this evening. Why don'tyou come over tomorrow and we'll give. ‘Fuck me harder”, cried the spinster. The butch had fucked Mathilda with her strapon hundreds of time and knew how to bring her to the brink, then stop before she reached her orgasm. The blonde butch pulled her phallus from Mathilda but kept the strap. She put the phallus in a drawer of a side table and replaced it with an instrument shorter and slimmer. Meanwhile, Mathilda was breathing very hard, working to keep her orgasm from exploding, and slowly licking her young lover who was also. Nothing more. a story dreamed up by me at one point. please take as nothing more, and hopefully, enjoy. a camping trip in the desert My name is Cindy. in this story, i was eleven years old. a little back story, my parents died when i was 7, and, because my older sister is 11 years older than me, putting her at 18, she managed to gain custody of me. by 18, she already had a good job, was living on her own, and that, along with my obvious closeness to her, left her in charge of me from then on. .