But it was probably not what she meant. It was just hard seeing the way she was dressed tonight, that is all. Her look that evening sent me to an emot...onally dark place. It was a new dress. Little black cocktail dress. Those are so hard to find, I have been told.Her large E-sized boobs were on full display now. They are going to get a pummelling tonight I suppose. The dress was hugging her hips and ended at what looked like ten centimeters above the knee. She had black shoes on and bit more. I knew she lived alone. I could wait at her house for as long as I wanted. She had taken her day off just for me.She offered me some special masala tea. We both sat on her bed to clear my practical doubts. Initially, we both were sitting with our legs crossed on the bed. Soon our legs and back were in pain, so we laid our backs on the bed’s backrest. I placed my arm around her shoulder cause we were sitting so close.My hand was in the way. She said nothing, placed her laptop on her lap, and. He was already fucking her at the best rate that he could manage. He was slapping heavily against her inner thighs as he slammed into her. All this talk was for the simple reason that they had to be aware every second of what they were doing. When Lisa and I fucked we whispered sweet nothings in the others ear while we fucked. That was only in the early stages of lust. When we were through the sound barrier and in deep free flight lust I think the only sounds we made were with out breathing.. Patient. He continues pleasuring me for what seems like forever. But I can feel it coming. I know that I’m near the point of no return. I’m moaning and shrieking, calling out his name over and over with God thrown in a few times too. The rush of sensations leaves me shaking. I can’t think. I can’t feel anything but the aftershocks of the amazing orgasm that only he can give me. Now it’s my turn to taste. He moves up to kiss me with my juices still on his lips, in his mouth, on his face. I kiss.