I’ll bring her some lipsticks or something.’ ‘A toothbrush and some pajamas.’ Doctor Kim said. She put down her phone, but her free hand ...as still massaging Paige’s crotch, her fingers pressing into the stiff fabric of the jeans, denting her labia ever so softly. ‘What’s going on.’ Paige asked. She had trouble forming words, her thoughts were slow in coming up with the words and her tongue was slurring the syllables as if she’d just taking a few shots after a night of margarita’s. . But I still understood why she said that.I was silent, my hand had stopped moving but still on her boobs. Hers was still slowly caressing my dick. I was naturally though slowly losing my erection. Sheela: I know it’s disappointing but…Me: ok, I understand. (I interrupted her.)After I agreed immediately without any argument, Sheela was a bit shocked as well. She thought she would have to convince me. She then held my face with her hand and smooched tightly. I bought down my hands on her ass and. “I’ll teach you!” you say, and give her a pretty sharp spank on the ass. “Ooh, I deserve it,” she coos and arches her back to receive another. But you look down at her swollen labia peeking out at you below her ass cheeks and you have a better idea. You quickly climb on top of her from behind and push your quivering boner against her vagina. “Oh Ted, I like that,” she gasps, reaching down to grasp the shaft of your rod to help guide it in. She is already soaking wet and you slide in easily. You. . We made a date and a few days later I picked her up outside her house in Norwich and we went in my car to a nearby pub for a drink and a chat. Jean was a dark haired lady in her late 30's, slim about 5 ft 6 ins tall, of average looks, dressed in a white blouse and black pleated skirt. We spent a couple of hours in quite pleasant chit chat at the pub discussing nothing in particular and then I took her home.I parked the car outside her house under the light of a street lamp, and I put my.