First thing — or rather things — I saw were her breasts. They were huge and hardly held in check by her tight V-necked angora jersey. It had been ...ucked into an equally tight mini-skirt. She seemed to wear the skirt only to hug her hips and leave her endless legs free to play all the way down to a pair of towering heels.Monroe, I thought, but taller. Mansfield — ah no, sexier ... she was just every wet dream the golden era of sex goddesses ever produced. And she brought it all over to me —. I crossed my legs and shielded my breasts pretending to fake innocence. she sat down on the bed next to me and grabbed me over and we started making out. she took off her gown and we were both naked. we laid together in bed rubbing our smooth bodies, i was hooked on her big boobs and long cock. after i sucked on her tits i started blowing her, but she took me up and said that tonight I am becoming her wife and not some skank she picked up at the club and that she will make love to me. She laid. Her place was clean, thankfully, and she immediately realized she had hardly anything to offer him other then wine or water. Her place was bare. She had no food nor did she have anything to drink seeing as her “planned” opportunity with him, her impromptu guest, was never planned earlier in the day or week The only thing which ruled in her area, so to speak, were those “raging” hormones within her. “Oh gosh,” she said. He asked what was wrong. “Oh uhhh nothing,” she told him. “What do you. My courage only lasted so long, however, so I hastily said good night and covered myself in blankets. The room was quiet for a long time after that, save for the occasional sound of Eric’s book when he turned the page. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to sleep, even though I was wide awake. My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, and it was all I could do to keep my breathing even. Very slowly, I slid my hand down to my aching pussy, slipping my fingers in between the moist lips to my.