"Just as I thought," she murmured.God, she had thought ahead. Had prepared for this debacle. I just wanted the ground to open under my feet. Even thou...h Melita looked completely unperturbed, I had to groan, "Oh, I'm sorry, so sorry." Don't be," she said quietly as she wiped her arm. "How many women have stroked you there?" None." Exactly. And I'll wager ninety per cent of men have that first touch result, some just from anticipation." She cast the towel into my waste bin.Unable to shake off the. The woman bucked hard against me and hung onto me at the same time but still i refused to stop and after a few seconds and she had barely calmed down, i began fucking her hard again."Oh you bastard, you know how i like it!" she groaned as fucked her some more.Then i managed to lift her legs up higher and holding them in my hands i pounded her pussy again giving her everything i had once more."Yes, yes you can do it, fuck me again! again!" she cried glaring at meI rammed away as the sweat poured. “Such a pity but we’d better not go against her ladyship. You being punished yet again would be so sad. I’d better get back to work. I’ll leave you to tidy yourself up.”With that she leant forward and gave me a gentle and lingering kiss on the lips before she unlocked to door and left. I immediately shut it again and re-locked it and sat down on the toilet seat. I could hear her running the taps outside, presumably washing her hands. I was shaking like a leaf. The truth is I was a frustrated. Delicious approach, same still chaste. With my fingers on you, everything becomes true. Where to put them? On your stomach? In the hollow of your just size in the birth of your hips? On your breasts? Is not it too fast? Every time, I give the impression of improvising, as in jazz, from a known and liked theme: the journey begins.My desire wants to meet yours, to make sure of it, to be delighted at the effect which it makes you. My hands slide on you at leisure, redraw you, sculpture you,.