To firmly hold the cheeks of her ass when she’s on top or even better to really grab on when I’m stroking from behind her Fingers are long enough ...o be able to reach inside and tickle and press on her G spot Big enough to cover her breasts and massage them hard as she cums My legs are long enough… Most sofas, chairs and beds are the right height for her to kneel on and no gymnastics required to fuck her from behind Her intelligence is that of one worldly and well read…. So we really do have. ” There. There it was. No more innuendo, no more hints, or implications, he had said it. My mouth dropped open, and if I thought my heart was pounding already, it went into overdrive. I was rooted to the spot, and he started to walk over to me from behind the counter. He glanced down at my boobs again, and smiled. I realised that he must have seen my nipples pushing against the knitted lamb's wool dress I was wearing. I was turned on; turned on by the squalidness, the nastiness of the shop, and. I’m addicted to enunciating terrible humor.’ Kerri had to smile and thought enunciating was a big word to hear from a barfly. ‘I’ve popped in for a drink on my way home.’ Kerri said, ‘What four hours ago?’ The guy looked hurt and said no, half an hour ago and asked why did she have it in for him. In need of company, Kerri said, ‘Come closer and I’ll tell you my story.’ ‘Can we listen in?’ asked one of two tough-looking women sitting on the other side of her. ‘Yeah, why not. And you too miss. She felt so good as their tongues did a dance of passion. "I think we had better take this inside, don't you," queried Sylvie. They walked quickly up the stairs to Brad's bedroom. As they stood together, she ran her hands over his body, feeling his nipples then advancing to his belt buckle. She wanted him naked in front of her. He must of read her mind, because he quickly dispensed with the rest of his clothing and stood before her, a God-like living statue. He was beautiful. His tall, broad.