And as I lay on my chaise stroking myself, caressing my breasts, burying three fingers deep inside myself, I tried hard to envision Kevin, up in the t...reehouse, working his lovely young tool, spewing his semen. I wanted to see it. I had to.One day, I went to the camera store and bought a small telescope and tripod, and set it up in my bedroom on the second floor, focused directly on the treehouse entrance. Instead of going out to the pool at the usual time, I stayed by the telescope. I watched. ”Elsie’s incredible pussy tightened its grip on his cock as she started to twitch and moan louder. He quickly covered her lips with his, trying to keep her quiet. Soon both were tumbling over the edge.As they both came back to earth, their bodies seemed to deflate as they leaned against each other, breathing heavily, trying to get their thoughts together. Elsie kissed him one last time and stood up on shaky legs. “Now, that is what I call sitting on Santa’s lap.”Retrieving her thong, she wiped. She shivered and let out a whimper. The hand supporting his cock pushed it up straighter, and she moved in closer. She kissed his glans once while looking into his eyes, pushed her dark brown hair back over her shoulder, parted her lips, and took him in.Tom grunted and stared in wide-eyed astonishment as her hot mouth slowly engulfed him. Deeper and deeper she went, sucking hard. Her concave cheeks provided delicious friction. She didn’t stop until her lips pressed against the curly hairs at. But can Igive you a tip about dressing as a woman?" she asked in a playful tone."Of course, I have a lot to learn," I responded jokingly,"Women try not have the dreaded VPL, visible panty line? Thanks to thematerial of those shorts and the, I must admit very feminine panties youwere wearing, have a VPL that leaves nothing to the imagination exceptthings like I wonder what material that row of frills is made from." shelaughed as she pulled another rectanle of wax and hair from my leg.I was.