” At least, he’d looked at the nightgown. And she certainly couldn’t complain that he said he liked her more. When he kissed her again, his hand...went to her breast. She started to feel more excited than scared. She reached up to his hand and held it where it was.“Oh, Martha.” The breast was so soft, so firm, so warm, so alive! He could feel her nipple under his thumb. After a moment, it pushed out more firmly. It was so arousing through the cloth, he had to feel it directly. He reached down for. Naked, my wet hair clung to my breast as I turned to greet him with the wicked smile he loves so much. 'You need to get rained on more often if this is what I come home to!' he grinned, his natural charm radiating from his sparkly eyes as he drank in the view. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, feeling him smile as I gently broke away... 'What do you want to eat, I missed my train and had to walk hence why I got so wet...' Before I could explain why I was slacking at. On my way out and walking towards the parking lot I bumbed in to Frans, a guy that I slept with once or twice and who's c***d was in the same school as my daughter. We started chatting and he paid me a few compliments saying I look gorgeous as ever and that gym certainly is working well for me. Numerous flirty comments exchanged between us and then I decided to invite him over for lunch which he accepted the offer and said he would see me at 12. Once hopping into my car and driving home I place. My gaze fixes on your lips. I want them on mine, want the hungry feral beast that resides in you to uncoil and pounce.The only warning I have is a slight tightening of your grip before you spring into action, your hungry mouth devouring mine as if I’m as vital to you as air. Fisting my tank top and pushing it up, you expose my breasts for your grabbing hands.I answer you in kind, lifting your t-shirt over your head. Your mouth lowers to my chest to envelop a nipple in wet warmth, the instant.