The door is slammed closed behind. She pushes him up against the door with her body, pinning his arms up against the door, then giving him a long lin...ering kiss. Her left hand slides down to his beltline, and then lower. She feels his manhood respond immediately through his pants. She squeezes its growing mass through the fabric, eliciting a moan/whimper from him. While he is still recovering from the surprise attack entrance, she leads him to a chair in the middle of the room, turns him, and. "Feeling totally deserted, she started to cry. But then, after looking at her tear-stained face in the mirror, she pulled herself together."To hell with feeling sorry for myself," she said aloud. "I know what I need to get myself straight. If nobody else is gonna pay attention to mybirthday, I'll just have to give myself a present."She paused to grin now after being so upset just a moment before, thinking about what she'd treat herself to."A good, hard fuck!" she declared, then left in search. Sense I just fucked her, she felt she'd even the score. Also, she just learned a few things from me. So, she used that to both of our advantages. She inserted her tongue, and a few fingers into my pussy. I could tell she didn't like it completely, at first anyway. She just wanted to fuck me, and make me feel good. I was more than willing to wait for her to sharpen her skills. I put my hands onto her head, and rubbed it softly. I had quite a few women eat me out, but she was the only really. A private dance? Or maybe the last couple?? Again the sound of her almost forced youthful voice as her hand slips across his knee. Obviously wise beyond her years, streetwise that is, he thinks to himself. Just another trait he looks for, another easy hurdle for him to handle. ?Maybe? If that body looks as good as I think it does when you’re completely naked.? He smiles as her right breast jaunts outward just inches from his face, the black thong strap barely covering the flattened.