It looked beautiful. He hadn't touched it. It was the desire he had for me evidently. I imagined he was going to take me missionary style, but instea... of climbing up with me, he took my legs and pulled me around so my legs were draped over the edge of the bed. He spread them and dropped to his knees between them as I had been with him earlier. Immediately I knew he was going to go down on me, I shivered with delight imagining what was going to happen to me. My cunt was soaking wet still. I. " Yes, Cheryl dear, you have killer legs." Do I have to be called Cheryl while we are together with no-one elsearound?" Sweetheart, you have to become accustomed to being a woman. By the way,I really can't call you a woman. You look more like a girl. A girl noolder than nineteen."Pleased he said, "I do look younger, don't I?" Yes you do. You look like a college girl. Sweet, too. I think weselected the wrong clothes for you. We are going to have to go back andreturn all this stuff. it is. 20 minutes, I could feel his cock getting bigger, and throbbing right before he pulled out and came all over my ass. It was a great night/early morning. We cleaned up and then went to his bed to get sleep. We fell asleep spooning and I could feel his warm cock against my ass for the 3-4 hours we slept. When I woke up on Saturday mid-day I had no regrets, no feelings of shame, only feelings of happiness, even liberation. I took the sheet of Davids lower half and started to play with his dick. I. Now in her late thirties, she was a very attractive woman. Petite, and standing just 5’ 2” without heels, her looks were somewhat chameleon-like. In both her appearance and demeanour, she exuded a unaffected wholesomeness, a characteristic that many men found irresistible. But if aided with a little strategically-applied makeup, with her long dark hair, full lips, and dark brown eyes, she could transform into something far closer to that of a femme fatale. With her modest but pert bust,.