When he first came I was just beginning to glow with the first promise of pleasure. When I was discovered watching him and then invited to join him th... temptation was irresistible -- after a moment of hesitation I did.He knelt in front of me and took hold of my stocking-clad leg. Then he reached for the untouched, clean boot and slowly fitted my foot inside. As he pulled the shaft over my knee his hands caressed my leg through the tight leather. Next he brought up the used boot and began to fit. "I'm up. Where do you want to meet?" 11:12 PM.25 minutes later I'm walking by the famous First Avenue looking for the bar next door. All I know is that she has red hair and is wearing a U Of M jacket. I walk in and scan the crowd. Nothing. I work my way to back. Scan the bar -- there she is!Red wig and the right jacket. Checking her out. Big bootie. Big breasts. Cute face. African American. Probably 15 years younger than me. Perfect! Showtime!I walk up, tap her on the shoulder and say "Hello"We. With all the self-centeredness that I had for myself, I had no room in my heart to love her or anyone. Thinking with my cock and my horny hands, instead of with my brain and my heart, I just wanted to have sex with her. I just wanted to strip her naked, while touching her and feeling her everywhere, before pushing her down to her knees and filling her beautiful mouth with my swollen cock. With my lust for her blocking me from feeling the love I had for her, instead of sailing down a smooth. I liked that. I reached up and cupped the warm flesh. They fit my hands perfectly. I simply held them, enjoying their warmth and heaviness. My hands tightened slightly and she moaned softly. I looked at her sex, the soft decorative hair above it. Full lips with a bit of clit protruding from them. I let go of her right breast and let my hand smooth over her hip. I released her left breast and let my hands slide across the creamy flesh. She leaned forward on the dresser as I took in her form. She.