I lifted the right foot and began to massage it gently. I worked the heel and then the sole. She cooed her joy. I then massaged each toe and ran my fi...gertips gently along the top of her feet, tracing the vein that stood prominently on the top from the ankle to the right side of her foot. She closed her eyes and sucked in air between her teeth. “God Mike, those hands of yours are dangerous,” she almost whispered. I gently placed her right foot back and sadly moved her left foot from next to my. He did have one thing to his advantage, though. He just didn't know it.He was wide-hipped and carried a fat bottom, that every girl secretly envied him for. To him it was natural and never once thought of it as a sexual organ to entice a lover. After all, it was women who had the fat bottoms that people liked, not guys. He was not aware that men around him stole glances at his gender-defying derrière, imagining spreading open those fat cheeks, plunging their members deep inside and unloading. I slowly got her moving with my rhythm and she just moaned and started to enjoy it now. She grasped at my hair and as I licked her neck and bit it and time to time caressed and kissed her nipples, she wrapped her legs around my back, locking her heels around my back.Now the look on her face full of lust and the heat of her thighs around my back and the nails scratches of her sexy nails made me go mad as I started to pump her hard as she moaned more loudly and thrashed under me butShe held on to. She began to clean the lamp table next to me, so we began a conversation about her hometown, and ventured to lean on her, only wearing my boxers, getting each time closer to her. She wouldn’t object. Mrs. Matilde had moved on a little backwards while cleaning and dusting, almost sitting on me, bringing us to be together actually. My penis was now about to jump out of the boxers, unable to control this hard on; I stayed put, as it escapes me. My penis head got in contact with her buttocks,.