I am an expert –He started massaging my boob over my dress. It felt good and I felt my pain being driven outta me. After a while, he slipped his han...d into my dress and started massaging my boob, skin to skin. He was middle aged but his palms felt really soft.After a while, he massaged my other boob. He did it again and again until I Said,– now it feels alright. Thank you, Thomas –– you are welcome, honey. I care a lot for who serves me –– But why did Alex treat me like that? –– you see,. "Please, mum, you'll have to stop, I can't hold back any longer, I'm going to come," he groaned. The poor lad was holding himself back rather than allow himself to come in my mouth. I had my mouth full so I couldn't tell him that that was what I wanted so I just kept going and, by using squeezing movements of my hand around his prick to encourage him, I was rewarded moments later as my mouth filled with his sperm. I didn't stop for an instance, this was what I wanted, this was what I was. Made I think to be worn for sex. The stockings where everything I thought they'd be. I love tights more, always will, but theres something to be said about stockings. I stood looking in the mirror at myself. I could feel myself getting more and more aroused. Then Sean came in. I felt like I'd been caught. My heart stopped. He'd lost the wine bottle some where and had a look on him I'd never seen before. Looking back it was lust. He came up behind me and started to feel me all over. A bit. Entwining her fingers in her friend's mane, she pulled Grace's face forcibly against her crotch.Sierra groaned as she perceived pressure against her anus and cried out when a slim finger eased inside the tight sheath. The crowd cheered the pair on, enjoying the spectacle almost as much as Sierra who gasped ecstatically as she rapidly approached climax. Several men rubbed themselves through their clothes, unable to restrain their baser instincts when confronted with such licentiousness. Sierra's.