His rubbery lips kept the dazed excited teenager swirling at thesummit. Wet lips and an urgent tongue swept Priscilla's neck, thendined on the searing...hot tittie meat of her flushed nubile body."Oooo, Beauty!" The crazed teenager twisted in the hay. Some of the haypricked her ass, stabbed between her thighs, hitting her cunt and clit."Oooo, Christ! I've died and gone to heaven!"With the pony feasting on her tits and upper body, Priscilla driftedfrom one pleasurable moment to the next. Dreamy. She didn’t even wait for him to take his coat off before she jumped on him, arms and legs wrapped around him. “I’m tired baby”, was all he managed to say before he kissed her on the cheek and then slumped down on the couch. But her pursuit of him was relentless. He moved forward slightly to remove his coat and looked up at her with that sly sexy smile that always excited her and made her feel so warm and tingly from her pretty little head to her perfectly pedicured toes. “Are you sore from. :) Just to make sure. But I practiced the whole day with my dildo hoping he won’t be disappointed with me. I remember walking there and feeling so wet. My heart bumping in my chest. Shy, tense, all at the same time.Then a red car pulled up and he opened the window and he said: Manon? And I just nodded and went in his car. He asked how I was doing and I couldn’t really react as I was so tense. Didn’t ask any question back to him. But he seemed relaxed. He put a hand on my leg and moved towards. But the white lace panties, that’s my own little secret he doesn’t need to know. God Christy, you’re such a good little prude -- what were you thinking?’ She had to admit, though, she was still proud of those legs he used to chow down on like a famished kid having fresh sweet tender corn on the cob – smooth skin, muscular calves, fleshy, shapely thighs. “Those Dorothy Hamill thighs,” he used to call them, worshipfully, hungrily.She entered the restaurant, a small warm friendly local Italian.