It felt wrong to be clicking around in front of her in her ownslimy under things.Then I could hear her giggling."You're very feminine in your movement..., probably more so than most girls.You remind me of one of those girly-girls , you know the kind, the reallycutesy ones. Mmmmm, I don't know if I want to kiss you or hold you or spankyou or just what to do with you."I dropped a cup onto the floor on hearing the word 'spank'. I don't knowwhy, I had never been spanked and had never really thought. About her assets, it should be roughly 34-30-36.Yes, she got a big perfectly shaped ass. With her fair complexion, I could imagine fairness of her boobs.The room was perfectly lit for a passionate sex session.She offered me a glass of red wine. I asked about her personal life. She was a doctor by profession, married. Her husband has a business in South Africa. We chat a bit while having red wine.After that, I asked her, “Should we start?”. She replied, “No, I want to relax a bit. Give me a. Once you have me positioned correctly I feel your hands wander around. You grab and tug at my flesh. Pulling, twisting, pinching, warming your baby girl’s flesh up. You move away and push over a table covered in lit candles, with pooling wax. I shake my head and moan as you pick two up. You stand over me and start to spill them. Hot wax covering my stomach. Dripping and burning my skin. I scream out. You grab a candle aim for my tits. Getting each hard nipple dead on. I pull on all my. Do you? As in what do I do to do you the way you want to be done?” I teased back as I kissed her neck, ears, and forehead between each of my words. I stroked down her body with one finger, encircling both breasts right to each nipple, and then running the finger down her toned body to her slit and clit. Marcia’s eyes closed as she savored the experience. She seemed to be exuding her female juices plus some other cum from an earlier experience just moments earlier.Marcia reached and took hold of.