She crushes her body against me and tangles her fingers in my hair. I can feel the soft curves of her breasts against my own, her skirt is high on her...thighs and her bare legs are pressed against my jeans. I lose myself in her kiss, our mouths exploring and hungry. I tear my lips from hers and press them to her throat, nibbling softly. She lets out a soft cry that encourages me to continue. My hands slide up her body, my fingertips just barely caressing her soft skin. Tiffany meets my eyes. She was standing at the sink, her hands immersed in the soapy water."You can do it can you?" I asked as I moved up behind her and circled her waist with my arms."Stop ... we can't." But you just said you could do it," I answered as I moved my hands upward until they were cupping her full breasts. Rounder and softer breasts than her daughters."I didn't mean that! Please Tommy," she pled. I pinched her nipples in reply as I pulled her back against me."Did you like watching?" I asked as I caressed. The car rocked back and forth as the train made it's way from the far north side on it's way down town. Having made the same trip thousands of times, Laura kind of put her mind in neutral and just swayed with the motion of the car. She was gazing out the window at the passing apartment buildings, and hardly noticed Miss Yves St. Laurant starting to breath a little harder and more shallowly. Only when she felt the woman stiffen against her did she realize that something was up. Now looking the. She turned to me again and strut towards me sexily while she groped her massive hanging mellons. She pushed them into my face as she straddled me. Squashing my face right into them. My head pressed right against the wood pannel wall and her cavernous cleavage. Telling me to suck them, she places my mouth over her nipples that stood proud a good half inch, she reached for my now steel like erection. Gripping it hard and stroking it up and down underneath my shorts. Already extremely turned on.
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