Our bedroom was familiar territory, this was a familiar ritual, I didn’t need my eyes. He lifted my legs straight up and tugged, I wiggled, and sudd...nly.I was in just my panties. She giggled a little again. I was in our bed, practically naked, no place to run, it was going to happen and suddenly I just had to look. I opened my eyes at last and turned to see her reaching out to pick my bra up from the floor, admire it, then smile at me.Rockin’ undies and I think she whispered quietly. I had no. He smiled at her, "Maybe you should stay behind me, and on my cue we'll surprise Ma." Just don't give her a heart attack," Angel said, "I'm pretty sure she's not expecting this."They slowly walked in the back door of the house and Angel looked at the old black leather belt hanging by the door. She wasn't all that surprised it was still there. It didn't look any the worse for wear. She reasoned that her dad probably still conditioned the leather to keep it soft and pliable, since he did that. She pulls down the front of the panties I’m wearing. My still half erect cock bounces out and swings in front of me. She plays with my sex kit, feeling the length and stiffness of my shaft, ruffling my young pubic hair and reaching right under me to tickle me between my legs.“Mmmmmm!” she purrs. “I like boys with big hairy cocks!”She steps back and stands next to the bed with her legs spread as far as her tight skirt allows and arching her back slightly so her breasts bulge against her blouse. Let me do that." Myrna strode to her side and seized the buckle from the girl's fumbling fingers. Joan felt the band tighten until she choked. But the only sound she uttered was a submissive whimper. Myrna tightened it farther, and despite herself, Joan choked for air."Don't want to kill you," snarled Myrna cruelly through her teeth as she ran her fingers between the leather band and the girl's tight throat."There, that should do it," Myrna said as she hooked the buckle. Joan felt the blood in.
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