She carried her grey blazer folded around her arms and her bag in the other.I drove up to her and walked out of the car and ran to her side. I opened ...he gate for her and let her in. She elegantly walked in and sat down. I walked back to my seat and started the car. The music stereo was on and I had carefully selected the tracks to bring around the climax. The song that was playing was ‘Don’t’ by Bryson Tiller. The volume was just at a comfortable level.Surprisingly, Reetuparna did the. "Maybe she is taking a nap" I say to myself, I’ll just leave the package on her deck, I climbed the steps and placed the small brown package down onto the picnic table. I was about to head back home when I heard something, it sounded like a moan of pleasure, everyone knows those unmistakable sounds “I didn’t think Mrs. Jones was dating anyone, she never mentioned a boyfriend” I said to myself. I wondered who it was? I could tell the sounds were coming from her den, the young horny male in me. Her long blonde hair was recently combed and she had on some serious makeup. I was stirring again as she walked over and kissed me on the lips. I could feel her mouth opening and I instinctively opened mine, then we were French kissing. My arms went around her and drew her toward me. Her arms went around my neck and pulled me into her. My hands felt a bra strap and I could feel something crushing against my chest. I don't know if it was falsies or rolled up nylons, but it felt good. My hands. Me: I’m lured out by how unusually gentle you are being. Soon I find myself kissing you back passionately and wrapping my arms around you in a tight embrace. I catch my breath as your teeth glide ever so delicately across my skin. I lean back and enjoy the suckling of my tender neck as you kiss it and my hands wander along your back, scraping my fingers along just enough to tingle. Master: I lay you back on your back and climb over you as I continue to kiss your lips, my hands beginning to.