“Feel them daddy, they’re really soft.” She smiled, snuggled in tighter as I caressed her wonderful thigh. We suddenly got very quiet and mutual...y enjoyed being in each other’s arms.I caressed her side easing up by her small breast, felt the soft material of the stockings and smelled her clean shiny hair occasionally kissing her head. Then, I felt it happening, that slow rise of an approaching orgasm. It was too much: The pent up attraction, my princess in that outfit, the feel of her in my. Linda appreciated that.Getting kissed in a loving fashion while they felt each other up made her feel less wanton.She kissed him back, their mouth's grinding together. His tongue probed. Her lips parted. Normally, she would not French kiss on a first date, but with a handful of prick it seemed sort of silly to put up barriers against a lesser caress.Clyde pushed his hot tongue into her mouth and Linda began to suck on it. Her own tongue curled and coiled around it. Sucking on a guy's tongue was. He couldn't believe his eyes, as she lowered herself onto his cock. He watched her pussy lips bulge with the intruder spreading her apart. She rose some, with a moan, and sunk back down on him. She repeated this for some time as she tried to work more of him deep inside her pink pussy. From Tracey's stand point, the visual of her pale white thighs, with her bright pink pussy lips in between, tightly held just inside of her was stimulating him more than he ever recalled happening with any other. ‘Hey, m’name’s Bobby Yeppers,’ I continued. ‘That’s a bit of an odd name.’ ‘It’s Armenian. Our family name was Yepremian, but they shortened it when we came to America.’ ‘Sounds like bullshit to me, anyway, I’m Maddy.’ ‘It’s true. Maddy…hmmm…cute name.’ ‘Uh, thanks….It’s not Armenian, that’s for sure.’ I laughed as she broke into a playful smile. We seemed to be having a moment, and I felt there was nothing that could have spoiled it. Well, except for maybe one thing. ‘Well, my lovely, wasn’t.