As her arms move away from her chest, her breasts jut out to me. I can see bruises are forming on them. Just under her erect nipples, where my thumbs ...dug into them. I trace the faint purple marks with my fingertip. The top of both her breasts are a mix of pink and red. The pattern on her skin is like an abstract painting. “Mmmmmmm, I left marks on you M,” I tell her. M smiles, looks down at her breasts and says, “Good, I’ll have something to look at that reminds me of you.” Then adds, “I left. Im Laufe des jeweiligen Teils wird der Zusammenhang mit zumindest einer Person aus der Borgers Familie ersichtlich. Je nachdem wie es die jeweilige Situation erfordert. Also bitte nicht wundern.(Cristina; Tims kleine Schwester und die Tochter von Helen Borgers)Nach dem Bad f?hlte ich mich wieder frisch, denn drau?en war es schw?l warm. Die hohe Luftfeuchtigkeit drang auch ins Haus ein. Lust um weiter zu spielen hatte ich im Augenblick keine mehr. Eine ganz andere Form der Lust hatte von mir. I felt the heat of his seed as it blasted into me and nothing in the universe can compare with that wonderful feeling. When Bob reached around me and stroked my dick it only took four or five strokes before I was cumming harder than ever. Afterward while driving home and feeling his cum oozing out of me and into my panties was a very pleasant sensation and I definitely looked forward to feeling it again. Once I was home I made something dinner and settled down to watch television. I awoke on. David reminded her of a younger Jack, back in the days when they couldn't keep their hands off each other. She well believed that he was masturbating up to 12 times a day. She also caught sight of the bulge in the duvet and was more or less sure she'd interrupted him jacking off. She rolled over to face her husband. They hadn't been intimate for a long time and even when they were Jack seemed less than enthusiastic. What she wouldn't give for a good hard cock now she ruminated. She smirked as.