But trust me this was sweeter than coke.i slowly passed my hands down on to her pussy then pressed it hard.she gave a sweet moan .i thought that it is...a full green signak .i unhooked her buttons and opened her blouse.there thay are the heavenly treasures of swathi.i was thrilled at the mere sight of them.i caught hold one of them and pressed them as if i was squeezing an orange.she was moaning with passion.i slowly and fully opened her blouse and thrown it away.and all the remaining clothes. How are you doing, young lady?” I chuckled as I greeted Sarah Weiss with a hug as she entered my motel room.Instead of being content with that, of course, Sarah pressed her lips to mine and gave me the wildest, wettest, sloppiest French kiss that she could, slipping me enough tongue to keep the butchers in business for days.“Oh, Daddy!” Sarah told me, “and from now on, I’ve decided, that’s my name for you! Daddy! I’m your fiancee now, sure, but I’m also close in age to my future stepchildren,. She started to lose her balance and fell back a little. I reached out and held her to keep her from falling. The force of my elbow had caused her blouse to fall open again and there I was staring right down at her tits again. She looked at me, but didn't say anything. Then, she laughed and said, "Let me have the pan, it needs washing." She took the pan and went over to the sink and turned on the water. She looked back at me over her shoulder to see what I was doing. It was a lustful glare that. I’m not sure how it started but, by degrees, I was gradually undressed and the cindering joint, like an hourglass containing salts of inhibition, measured in descent, as my clothing was eventually all lost upon the floor, crackled against its final brittle like an inflamed cockroach. I eased back onto the bed as if trying to escape my fumbling feet embarrassingly playing footsies with themselves in order to remove my socks. My cock trailing over the bed sheet ripples, as I.