I slip your t-shirt off over your head, and we both stare in the mirror at your marvelous breasts. Of course I love to look at them and handle them in...every possible way; but you do, too. You have shared with me how much you like fondling your breasts and have wondered what it would be like to have your hands – and mouth – on another woman's breasts. Your breasts and nipples are just large enough for you to be able to bring the tip of your nipple to your mouth when your nipples are erect. I. S. Navy patrol planes over international waters.”With concern, she looked into my eyes. “Will that trigger open warfare?”“Not so far.”“I’m scared.” I kissed her, and our tongues banished the fear. My hands explored under her leotard.At first, her tension made her dry, but I was able to connect my fingers to my 67-year-old mind, and draw out her heat and nectar. When my fingers began to slither, I lifted her onto my thigh and ground against her mound until she exploded into a relieving climax.. Don’t stop.’ Running his fingers through Kris’ hair, Scott planted kisses all over her forehead and over her lips before licking a trail of sweat on the side of her neck. She gasped at the sensation, pressing her body against his. Her hips met his in a frantic rhythm. But she was so wet, and she was growing tighter by the second, that it didn’t matter. She was about to cum. ‘Oh, God! I’m cumming’ she called out. Kris squeezed her eyes shut, bellowing out a scream as her body finally gave and. Then, with my nipples hardened almost to the point of pain, pearls of moisture clinging to my pussy, my clit throbbing rhythmically, he told me to finish getting ready to go out.While I put on my makeup and dried and styled my hair, he chose my attire for the evening: a short cobalt blue wrap-around dress of heavy silk, cut on the bias so that it clung to my body. Under it, I was to wear only a garter belt and black nylons. He chose black high-heeled shoes with straps that wrapped around my.