Rita lifts her head up and looks down at me. “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck me with your fingers. I’m getting close, I’m getting close!” I speed up m... assault and curl my fingers so that they are grazing the roof of her hot love tunnel. Within seconds Rita’s body begins to shake screaming. “I’m coming, I’m fucking cuuuuuuuuummmmminnnnnnnnnnggggg!” I grip her clit with my teeth and continue to ravage her bud with my tongue; her hands grab the back of my head and pull me in as tight as possible on to. YSL, Prada, Dior, Chanel,Bon Marche all at my feet. It was wonderful to look into the shopwindows and admire the dresses or the lingerie and not worry that someonewould think it strange that a man was looking so intently at such things.I was a woman who could gawk as long as she wanted at a brassiere cladmanikin. I could buy the damn brassiere. I could wear the damn brassiere.I walked and I looked and I loved it. I had been a 67 year old mansitting in front of the boob tube watching any sport. We better get straightened up.” Jamie rose to his feet and I noticed the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. “Wait,” I said grabbing his hands. “They won’t be here for another fifteen minutes at least. Let me repay the favor.” I reached for the button of his jeans and opened it swiftly. The zipper came down as I pulled at the waist and dragged them to his ankles. He didn’t bother stepping out of them. He stood with his hands at his sides, looking down at me. I pulled his boxers down. Yes! Yes! Harder!!” She lifted her legs onto my waist, encircling it. This allowed her to use her leg muscles to drive me deeper and deeper into her sex starved cunt. I could feel all the pleasure she was giving me, and my cock getting ever bigger and stiffer. “Yeah – yeah – yeah – keep it up. Now – harder!! Slam that stiff rod into me harder! Make me feel it! Good, good! Now harder still – don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt. It feels good! Yeah, oh yeah, you’ve got me there again! I’m right at the.