Her senses seem sharpened in the stillness, and the long zipper curving along her chest bites with cold. She eases it open slightly, exposing the swel... of ivory breasts. She listens thoughtfully. She is not supposed to be here. Marina is a good girl. She does her work quietly, always polite and helpful. She holds elevator doors and never takes the last cookie on the tray. She is the kind of girl you can imagine in church, kneeling with bowed head, her dark hair lustrous in the dim light. Her. So easy, I couldn't help myself from wanting to talk to her more. You may say, "yeah, so what." So what for me is that I am 54 years old and stopped dating because I really don't enjoy sex with women. I love their company, their softness, the fact that they love to cuddle, their warm soft lips. And the list goes on. I just wish I liked to how they make love. None of the women I have ever been with knew how to handle a penis. They are either afraid to hurt it and barely touch it, or they seem to. I touch them softly and pressed them, and kissed them. She just closed her eyes. I now started to lick my tongue one boob and squeeze other softly. She started to moan slowly. Now I started to suck her boob also, and her moans increased. She opened her eyes and we started to kiss each other. I pulled off her skirt also and her panty. Now I pushed her sideways and I came over her and started to kiss her forehead. Then came to nose, lips and started to suck them. Pushed my tongue into her and. Beigh happily signed and initialed every part of the documents we put before her while her naked tits bounced and jiggled. They were firm and plump, topped by hard, dark-red nipples that kept brushing the table when she leaned in which brought a gale of giggles from the bimbofied bitch. My pussy was so wet beneath my dress and Franks cock bulged his pants. I sat on the tables edge by Ms. Beigh as she signed the last paper with a big flourish. There, she pronounced. Youre now my companys.