This was the first man in her life that Marie had really trusted not to disappoint her. As Marie prepared to dress she thought back to their first me...ting. She had put on the new black lace bra she had bought just for their first meeting. It was low cut and just barely covered her swollen nipples. She felt alive and wicked as her hands ran over her firm breasts. She enjoyed the sensations from rubbing her nipples and took the time to savor the sensations. She also loved the feel of her smooth. He made quick work of that manly belt and quickly moved to the buttons down the front of his pants, but made a bit of a show of it all, as his eyes continued to study her own half closed orbs. He dramatically unbuttoned each, with a teasing smile upon his boyish face. His eyes gleamed with joy and hunger, that was not lost on her despite her lowered lashes. Her heart pounded with each button liberated. The first act of unbuckling that masculine belt caught her off guard, but she quickly. Dibs was more reserved in his talk. He just spoke ofhis plans for the future, he spoke almost as if theywere a foregone conclusion. He would get good resultsand then University after fifth year and do his degree in three years followed by a doctorate. Then a post teachinggrad students and doing research. Somewhere along the linehe would meet the right woman and get married.I never doubted that this would be what would happenhe just had to get himself into a position wherehe was surrounded with. Still sitting so my breasts were pressed against his well-muscled chest, I felt Alistair's hands wander down to my hips; he used his grip to encourage me to move, and once again I rode him. I loved the closeness, with him sitting up – it was nice to be at eye-level and be able to kiss without contortion. I wasn't going to come again – I was fairly certain that whatever controlled that function had closed for the night – and I planned to enjoy making it all about him for once. Along those lines,.