The moment had slowedand Danielle had see directly down Katie's open top to the two small riseson her chest. The image before her brought immense joy ...rom within as wellas a feeling that Danielle was certain felt like she had peep herself.Danielle quickly learned the feeling of wetness between her legs. She grewto love the sensation and would do anything to feel it again and again.Danielle knew she was losing her battle, a battle against her fingers whichinched ever close down to her throbbing. “I just, I’ve never seen one in real life so I took it. It was dumb.”“Did you wear it?” She asked.“Did I wha..?”“Did you put it one? Is that why you took it? To wear?”“Uh..yeah. I did.”“It’s not a costume, you know.”“Yeah, I know. It’s just..really..s..sexy, I guess.” I stammered, trying to avoid eye contact.“Sexy? Hm.” She looked thoughtfully at me.“I’m going to go put this away, and while I decide if I’m going to call your parents, you go wait in the living room. We’re going to have a talk. .mmmmmmmmm....'Petra come here and join us' I say.....she doesnt need asking twice...'I wanna film you wanking Julie with those gorgeous nipples'......(truly I'd never seen anything like her nips..thick as my finger and maybe an inch long...)kneeling between her mistresses thighs she rubs the gaping,pearlypink cunt with one nip then the other....'this is new' Julie moans 'I love it !'...I've moved now... close up shots getting me stiffer...harder...fillming with one hand....caressing Julies. After several minutes she removed her shirt, gasping at thesight of her cleavage between her large, milk-white breasts. Shestruggled to take off her bra, but not as much as Simon expected. Sheclearly had experience removing women's clothing from her priorincarnation. As her breasts emerged from the bra they bounced gently,revealing large, brown areola with well formed stiff nipples.She began to bounce, slightly, watching her breasts move with gravity,gasping and groping the sides of her.
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