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He had also lain out some strappy shoes and a black thong. I toweled off and dressed slowly. As I zipped up the skirt and smoothed it down over my ass... I felt the texture of the welts under the fabric. I lifted up the skirt to inspect the inflamed stripes and admired the purplish hue they were taking on. I walked carefully down the stairs, trying in vain to minimize the jiggle and reverberations in my legs, hips and ass. Daddy was sitting in the living room, his breakfast sitting on the arm of. Natasha was completely in her element though. They were now in the lingerie store that Natasha had been singing praises for. She was chatting with the salesgirl, who had an overly cheerful disposition and a tag which read ‘Hi, I’m Heather’. Heather looked Janine’s way and clucked when she saw the visible panty lines. ‘Women don’t need to show those,’ Heather chided. ‘We should keep everything looking smooth, and keep the hip curve unbroken.’ She ran her hands down the sides of Janine’s hips to. He strung the teeth and beads and when he put them around your neck, your sheet slipped and I think he saw your boobs.”“Whatever,” I laughed. “He’s a doctor-like.”“Yeah, but ... I sorta saw ‘em, too. It was an accident and I’m sorry, but they were there and I saw, and I had to tell you so you wouldn’t think I was sneaking...” I laughed and pulled the sheet down to my waist. Of course, I had a t-shirt on now. Still, you could see the points of my nipples pretty clearly through it.“Kyle, there. . Such a……aaah, aaaaaahhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmmm, oh myyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”“Such a what? What? What?” Demanded Dipti. She had come up to face Shobha, her face now smeared with the woman’s juices. With each ‘what’ she hard-fucked her fingers up the cunt. Shobha sobbed in pleasure and ecstasy, “Bitch! Didi, bitch! Oh suck me, go down, I need your tongue there, take me, please, please, please……”“And my fingers? You don’t need them?” Responded Dipti, cruelly vacating the pulsating cunt and withdrawing her.
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