“They’re peeking now.” I told Jane.“Yeh, I expected they would.” She remarked with calm. “Listen Michael, I wonder if we could maybe do it... again, but this time like you did with Sandy…you know..from behind? Sandy said she liked it best.”I helped her turn over onto her hands and knees and guided her into position. “Arch your back and kind of push your bum in the air like you’re showing off a bit” She giggled as she did this “God Michael, I feel like a slut doing this.”I knelt behind her and. You canalso think that you're wearing pretty panties that are tight against yourvagina, while the boy has a penis in his jockey shorts. Think about howthe boy has bulging muscles that are hard to the touch, while your bodyis smooth and shapely and soft. Also think about how you have a nicerounded pretty butt and sexy curves. Think about that you're wearing askirt and the boy isn't. Think about how you like smelling pretty andhaving pretty polish on your fingernails and toenails. These. She seemed to enjoy the strength in my arms and her hand lingered on my muscled forearm even after I helped her onto the sofa. The room was very comfortable with beautifully crafted furniture, handmade ceramics and lovely paintings on the walls, but the best thing was the view- an entire wall of glass looking across her pond and the hills in the distance. “Really nice place,” I said admiringly as I took in the view. “My little slice of Heaven,” she said. “Help me up and I’ll show. Her body twitched in response to each stroke; her ragged breathing punctuated only by the occasional squeal of delight. Her thighs clamped around my head as she ground her crotch against my mouth, barely protecting my ears from the raucous cacophony that issued forth from her lips as she climaxed.Olivia subsided, collapsing back onto the mattress with her arms outspread. She smiled exultantly and wriggled into the nest of the soft duvet, lassitude pervading her. After allowing her a few moments.