Her black glossy hair was tied back in a simple pony-tail. Emma thought there could be some Polynesian blood in her. She wore a long flowered evening ...ress, low cut to promise firm pointed breasts showing a mole on the right one. Her narrow waist gave her figure an hour-glass shape with long, shapely legs. The host, Robert, was well-tanned with curly auburn hair and a thin moustache. ‘He does rather look like Clarke Gable,’ Emma thought. The hostess, Julie, was also well-tanned, suggesting that. With your long sigh as I touch you, I know that you’re ready for me. The vibrations of the machine have you very wet and hungry to feel me inside you. Holding my gaze as long as you can, you turn slowly, placing your hands on the seat, bending over, and arching your back. My arms would reach around you to unfasten your jeans, and pull them down past your hips. Already exposed, you would feel me pressing insistently against you as I stood back up. With the tip of my cock, I would tease you,. ‘Good morning!’ he said cheerfully, waiting for her to turn around so he could drown himself in her liquid brown eyes. She was wearing a lovely sundress that clung to her curves. She turned as he spoke and a pretty blush stole up her cheeks. He knew she was remembering the kisses they had shared at bedtime, and he wondered if she, like he, was wishing they could share good morning ones as well. She smiled at him and turned back to the stove, no doubt hiding from him. The thought made his own. Then I lay on top of her for a long while, as she cried beneath me. I dozed off after a while, but she rather bravely albeit quietly asked tearfully, "Umm... you said I could have something to eat..." I chuckled at this, climbing off of her and pulling my limp dick out of her vagina. "I guess you're right, a promise is a promise. Come with me." I took her by the hair and led her to the kitchen.---I reached into a drawer and pulled out a long wooden spoon, then I crouched down in front of her,.