.. a sexy ... sensual ... sexual woman!He wanted to touch her.He needed to feel her soft skin.He stepped closer to her, and her lips parted in anticip...tion, as she squared her shoulders, thrusting out her breast, almost in challenge to him.Her feet shifted, to open her legs ... just a little, but everything she did was an invitation to him...Here! She seemed to be saying, look ... see ... touch ... feel...He was no saint, he was no god, he was only a man ... and it was an invitation that he. As if they hadno other purpose, they stared back. Alicea felt a pounding sensation hither from head to toe. She was going to smile then look away. She didn’tsmile. She didn’t look away.Alicea stared into his eyes, and knew she was naked to him. Shehad on no clothes, and he had to real experience of her naked beauty tostrengthen the weakest imagination. She had never witnessed so bold astatement of a man’s lust for her, yet he had not spoken a single word.And she didn’t look away.The elevator. In order to be “liberated” the communist girls all wanted to spread their legs and have orgasms. Orgasms seemed to imply female liberation. In 1941 Jean launched a student communist newspaper at college. The handsome raconteur found he could snare even more succulent pussy as the “editor in chief” of his own left wing rag. He was the one who would approve their poetic penmanship. The pretty aspiring red-journalists would all fuck him just to tell their friends they had. Having acquired more. ”He rolled off of me with his cock pulling out with a pop. I went into my bathroom and turned on the shower. Luckily it was big enough for two. Soon the water was steaming and we got in. It was fun washing each other having the time now to explore each others bodies. I washed my pussy until it stopped leaking. I guess the rest was staying deep inside me. When we were done washing he pulled me close and kissed me. I loved him so much and I knew he loved me. He trailed down my front.