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At one point Mandy caught Andy’s eye and with a nod of her head made it clear that she wanted him to go. Andy got the hint and when Mandy looked pointedly at her husband Andy said,“Come on Keith how about I thrash you at tennis.”Tennis was Keith’s game and was never going to let that challenge go, so both men went off leaving the two sisters alone.“We heard you and Andy at it last night,” Mandy said suddenly.Kath looked up from her book at Mandy’s smiling face.“Lots of groaning and moaning. My Italian mother gave me my massive chest: heavy and firm, Triple D, and swollen with pride, and an accent that took all my years of college to break. My Russo-Polish father didn't help since his family gave me large puffy nipples, pouty lips, and wavy red hair. My body, I've been told, is to die for. Narrow waist, wide hips that support a gorgeously plump ass, and long, long legs that end in cute, petite feet and toes that are perfect for high heels.I stepped out of the bathroom and sat on. "That's it! Oh yea, eat my fucking pussy. Get your fucking hand off my ass!" she barked. "If you want to touch something you can touch yourself. In fact that's a great idea. I want you to stroke your cock nice and slow as you eat me. But don't you dare cum, do you hear me?! When you are close, you tell me or you are never going to see this pussy again. You got that?"I nodded my head and muffled agreement into her perfect pussy. I slowly stroked my rock hard dick but it wasn't long before I was. She was starting to buck and moan as I felt around the inside of hervagina. I kept it up throughout her orgasm.Meanwhile, Jeanette tugged at my member. It was hard and nearly ready toexplode from the excitement. I was still wearing my shirt, bra, falsies,makeup, wig and skirt. Only my panties were on the floor. As Jennifercalmed down from her orgasm I stood up. Jeanette had one knee on thefloor and was looking up at me as she held my boy-clit in her hand andmassaged it."Whew. That was a.
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Impressive." Yes, they are good, aren't they? You were not afraid to leave me alone with those three guys?" No. Not really. I only hoped that you'd wait until I was there, too, if you were up to something."She punched my shoulder and laughed. "You naughty you. You would, wouldn't you?" I might. Might you?" Now you're really naughty. To tell you the truth, it never crossed my mind until you mentioned it. But yes, I might." She blushed and went into the living room.The kitchen was finished. Saying all kind of shit. I will do what you tell me Master. Ooooooooooooo! Im about to cum. She says. She squirts on my floor. This bitch is on fire. So I tell her to go to the bed room and I tie her up. I take off my belt and whip her across the back. She moans and says yes. I say Who your Master bitch. Crack sounds the belt that now is my Whip. You are my Master. I crack the belt four more times and she is moaning with every whip and she yells and says IM CUMMING and I hear a gush and she.

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