He pushed my breasts together squeezing them tightly but not before placing his stiff cock between them. His cock was nestled tight and firm and he started fucking my breasts while Hanna continued using my face to pleasure herself. I moved my mouth and tongue to help her cum as much as I could which was not easy as her movements were so frenzied. I wasn’t really there for them; I was just a piece of sex furniture that they were using to cum. I could hear them kissing over me passionately losing themselves. I was again just a fucktoy and I loved it. It was over too soon. They were both satisfied and they left me on the brink of another orgasm and turned off the light as they left. I wasn’t sure how I would get any rest but somehow I was able to. It became almost meditative. While part of my body enjoyed the endless pleasure, the remainder did recover. I was exhausted but so content. I enjoyed writing the "If things had been different" series so much I wanted to add a few more chapters. At the end of chapter 4, Julie & Latina Sarah had agreed to holiday together on a regular basis to keep their relationship alive, the rest of the time Julie would live her life somewhere in the murky shadows, and Sarah would lead a normal life spending her time with her husband & her daughter Michelle. I may cover some of those adventures at some point in the future, but in this chapter I have jumped forward 18 years as I want to focus on Sarah's daughter, Michelle, aka Mitchie. Michelle cursed softly as she heard the doorbell ring and glanced at the screen and sighed softly. The chat room she was in had started getting juicy and she was torn between getting even more intimate with a guy whose bio read 'Bruce, Male straight, 25, 6' blond/blue, sexy surfer from Oz, 8" uncut always ready for a laugh' or a woman whose bio described herself as 'Miss Lush, bi female, 40, divorced, 5' 6" fuller curvy figure seeking to help younger girls explore their hidden feelings.' The doorbell indian rang again, and again Michelle swore, as she knew that the caller wasn't going to go away. Michelle brazilian glanced at her own bio which was 100% accurate. 'Bi curious female 18, 5'3", 34b, brown/brown, teen looking for fun,' though she wondered if her screen name of 'UAlbanyGirl' was perhaps too honest. Michelle quickly typed in the box "brb some idiot at the door won't go away," before looking round the room for the clothes she had discarded earlier in the conversation. Not bothering with underwear she wriggled into a skin tight pair of light grey yoga pants and threw on a baggy Yankees T shirt that fell just below the cheeks of her small ass. Michelle giggled to herself as she looked round the room, there japanese was something deliciously naughty about getting naked in the large family room adjacent to the kitchen when she was alone in the house. On many more than one occasion, she had bought herself to an orgasm in the very spot where a few hours later she had stood innocently talking to her parents about career choices after university. The one thing her bio hadn't stated about her was that she was still a virgin. Sure she had the odd grope and heavy petting sessions and although she had let boys fondle her small breasts, she never let them get their hands inside her panties. She had used her own fingers and sometimes a toy she had bought one day across town, which she panicked about all the way home, fearing it would magically start buzzing in her back pack so letting the whole carriage know what she was carrying. This time with the dildo still pushed deep inside her body as a wide smile played over her face. I told her. Max felt like he hit the Lotto, just being with her, and japanese he knew this could grow into something really special, and hoped that Gwen felt the same. Then she told me she wanted to fuck me with her tongue as she sat me on sauna seat, sprayed me all over with the teen needle spray, then my cunt lips. Suddenly she was also scared. I'm just into girls. “Thank you again, Mother, he’s gorgeous!” You and me?” But brazilian it wasn't the appearance which marked them strange. “We haven’t even kissed,” I noted as she began to ride me. “Mr. Sloan…Ms. Davies, we apologize for intruding. Your cock is Tenn inches indian long!!” Dora moans desperately as he grab her backpack. After our shower Daisy and I put on gowns and robes and I give Kathy her clothes that the maid washed and we head back down this time we go to the family Latina room where I ask Kathy if she wants some food and she looks at her Master who tells her to go ahead.