Jarrah’s own eyes are the colour of storm clouds… a deep steely grey, but Silas has eyes the colour of unfired terracotta clay, deep and earthy. T...e warmth of them thaws her soul on the coldest of winter days, and cheers her heart at even the worst times. His hair is only slightly darker, but looks almost like the bleached wood of her chair in the bright full sun. When she sees him again, she will run her fingers through it as she kisses him full and slowly. She loves to tousle his hair. In her. I swung into her, smacking into her bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to last forever.“Oh, yes, Eric!” She barked. “Your cock feels so amazing. Something's happening to me. I can feel it. I think... I think I'm going to cum!”“What a lucky sister-bitch,” a woman said. She smiled as she jogged by. “Make her cum hard. She deserves it!”“Yes!” I grunted, hammering my dick into my sister-bitch.Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter around my dick. It felt. During one visit at our house, Sharon caught me peeking out of my room and looking up her skirt. I was surprised and relieved she didn’t say anything to my parents. Equally surprising, she didn’t change either her attire or her position during subsequent visits. In fact, on more than one occasion she caught me looking at her, then apparently intentionally exposed a bit more of herself. She obviously enjoyed the attention of a pubescent high school senior. I became more bold myself and actually. “This coffee is good but I’d sooner have your warm hands and mouth on my cool ass to make me feel better,” Wendy joked.“Wouldn’t we all!” Karen teased, rubbing Dan’s crotch.Feeling warmer from drinking her coffee, Wendy turned her attention to Tiffany and Abby. Tender kisses were shared, hems pulled up, legs spread and then tops removed for her to suckle two pairs of firm, young breasts.Karen had her fun, slipping her tits from her dress and a hand exploring between her legs. She moved more to.