"So you are then Susan." No I am not!" she replied trying to keep her exasperation low. And failing despite her efforts. Before she could stop herself... she blurted "Well, not always." I think you are Susan. In fact, I'd be disappointed if you weren't." said the voice. "Do you know what happens to bad girls Susan?" Susan suddenly felt hot all over. Her heart was leaping wildly in her chest and her cheeks were flushed. Whoever it was on the other end of the line certainly knew more about her inner. " "Well there won't be any 'hold up' before I 'work up the notion' to do it again," he replied, moving to kiss me a second time. "I won't make that mistake twice." You won't be able to," I grinned, catching his chin in my hand and stopping his advance. I held him there a moment, my fingertips gently underneath his chin, keeping him at my preferred distance, watching his eyes, reading his reaction. I gently pulled him closer, until our lips nearly touched then, again, paused. "From now on," I. Then the fun started. Her vaginal opening was so taut that every move up and down dragged her exposed clit over the hard shaft she had impaled herself on. It was probably more stimulation than she was used to and the strength and suddenness of her first orgasm took her by surprise.She was just getting into her rhythm when she got this queer look on her face in the middle of a long down stroke, like she was surprised or something. Then she shook, kind of like when I stuck my finger in the. “It’s alright baby. Daddy is just getting that pretty pussy all nice and wet so that it won’t be hard for me to slip into later. I have more for you to experience before we get to that moment though.” As he continued to caress her mound and wriggle his finger on her clit, Sylvia started to move her body up and down. She was actually begging for more. He released another finger and started to work them in and out of her cunt-hole. But he didn’t want to stop there. He worked his way down the bed.