She felt that she truly might not be able to contain his member within her as he pushed deep into her, sending her to a place she had never been. As h... pumped his thick rod in and out of her creamy cunt, her feminine cistern began to sing back to him in a language of gripping contractions, and viscous, smooth-muscle massage. Every cell in her body felt alive and tuned to this alien frequency, and she desired only that this bliss should continue forever. His grunts and heavy breathing in her ear. Back in the house, i shut the door so he will notice and started stretching on the wall and kitchen that was open into the living room, lifting my leg on the table, i know he will protest “Dee, could you please remove your shoes”, “Of course Mr Ram, sorry…” He was watching me from the sofa as i leaned on the wall and removed the shoes. Positioning my ass perfectly as i lowered my body, i was wearing a sleeveless top and dark red running tights - while stretching i was looking at the mirror on. .. Shit I wasn't expecting anyone! It isn’t what you think. I was…" I stammered rattling off excuse after excuse until I finally stopped, taking a moment to look at Sam, and realizing that Sam was looking at me in a odd way...She stared at me, undressing me with her eyes, the panic that had taken her over was draining away. She stood there quietly, breathing heavily, staring at my body. I didn’t know what to do, I was still frozen in place and probably turning every shade of red there was. Sam. Charlotte Tangier had stared at Kennedy's breasts. She'd stared at Harriet's breasts. She had even, Kennedy was a little grossed out at the thought, stared at Harriet's jeans, where her legs come together.Kennedy wasn't a prude, but she wasn't experienced either. Sexual thoughts left her profoundly uncomfortable. That hadn't been a problem back when that occurred once a year, when she was ten. It wasn't much more of a problem a year ago when it happened two or three times during the year. But.