I craned my neck, turning to look back at her from my vulnerable position across her desk. Standing, she held my panties up to the light for inspection, spanning the lacy crotch open across her fingertips. Numerous pearly smears of my female wetness glistened, soaked in liberal quantity into the delicate fabric. A single shimmering droplet of my sweet girlish syrup trailed downward, swaying gently on a suspended strand before breaking off and dripping down to soak into the carpet at her feet. I wondered how lick many of the other office girls had offered up a similar deposit. It was clear why Mother insisted on a frequent schedule for the steam-cleaning of the expensive rug. She brought the panties to her face, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply. Extending her tongue, Mother gave a tentative lick into the panty crotch, seeming to find the syrupy feminine discharge to her liking. Then she applied her other hand, weaving her fingers into the panties, interlacing them around her digits to wrap her entire hand with the slippery material. She flexed her fingers, opening and closing them into a fist. Then she favored me with a charming smile. I groaned and shut my eyes, not even wanting to know what she had in mind. Never let it be said that my mother lacked for any shortage of creative thought. She took a step closer to me from behind. Her free hand pressed down on my lower back. I submissively complied, arching my spine downward to roll my hips into a more upward orientation. My firm little rump jutted out, my moist, glistening pussy proudly on display between my open thighs. I found myself wishing that I could remove my blouse, thinking perhaps that being entirely naked might provide a more intimate ambiance. Half-clothed as I was, I couldn’t help but feel like an exposed cunt, a toy for my Mother’s amusement. Her hand trailed slowly up my naked inner thighs, the lacy wrapping of my panties around her digits adding a delicate sensation of friction. Her fingers slid easily higher, lubricated by the steady trickle of vaginal goo that glistened on my tan, well-toned legs. Exploring digits -- wrapped in lace -- found my pussy, open and eager. Two fingers pressed inside, a wet squelch sounding as I took her with a grunt of animalistic pleasure. Slowly she twisted, buried to the third knuckle. Despite myself, my hips rolled gently, rocking in time with her rhythmic motion. Her fingers withdrew. I whimpered with longing. The fingers returned -- three this time -- forcing their way into the sweltering depths of my twat. I clenched my teeth, feeling the strain as my Mother’s fingers stretched me. “There’s my tight little girl,” Mother cooed as I moaned. “Do uniform you want more, Madison?” my mother breathed, her asian voice taking on a slightly ragged edge. I couldn’t even understand how she could fetish ask. My pussy was straining at its very limits, clenched down tight in a trembling grip around her three embedded digits. Panting in a state of growing distress, I knew that anything more than this would be an absolute impossibility. I nodded, squirming my hips and begging her for more. Three fingers slipped from my cunt, the panty-wrapped digits dragging a deluge of creamy cunt butter with them in retreat. Her fingers returned, pressed together into a group, twisting back and forth as slow, inevitable progress was japanese made on their insertion. I cried out, my breath coming in quick, desperate heaves as I felt the gateway to my vaginal slit spasm in protest at the incredible stretching sensation. Mother paused, slowly twisting. Her gasps settled in time, with mine. We japanese switched places and she licked my pussy, I let her go for a minute and then peed on her. uniform Look at these things! I know she was arrested, but what if she bailed out? Maybe there is a such thing as an Australian Brown Starfish…or maybe he meant…? “You got something on your chin,” she pointed. She jumped a little and raised her right hand to wipe it off. He hurried back down stair without putting anything back asian and sat next to Ginny. The atmosphere in the truck was becoming more intimate even though nothing was said. "Home tomorrow," Craig sighed, "Back to the grindstone and will be able to Julie that there is nothing to report." Jessica was in another dimension as she stretched her legs over and over. With one hand pressing her against his eager mouth, and the other smacking and rubbing lick her ass, she concentrated on her pending orgasm. “It gets hot enough to fry fetish eggs on stone during the day, and cold enough to freeze water during the night.” Drask replied, giving Lucilla an annoyed look, “The Gratoran Desert is a hostile place, but beneath the surface, it’s temperate and comfortable. Meanwhile I was instructed to lie on the table on my back with my butt just hanging over the end. She is enjoying my company. I lifted her up – she tied her feet around my back – and started fucking her like that, holding her up. She got her toothbrush to brush her teeth.