I needed to be closer to them, close enough to smell their maleness, see their muscles move. Well I can't go down dress like this, I giggled at the th...ught, sure would make their day if I did. I ransacked my draws and found a small pair of shorts. I could just about wiggle them over my hips. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Not bad, I like to look at myself, I liked the way my naked boobs stood out proudly, although not big, they were a very nice handful; now for at top. I tried on. A most unexpected move, on both sides, to be sure. Dr. Yasmin Hussein blinked nervously when Adam Stanford’s soft lips pressed against her own. The Somali-Canadian Muslim psychiatrist shuddered as Adam pulled her close, wrapping his strong, manly arms around her. The doctor knew that this was wrong, that she was crossing the line, but she couldn’t help herself. This young Jamaican guy was simply irresistible, and he made the older Somali woman feel all kinds of things. Adam Stanford smiled at. Biting the tender flesh viscously, his own body reacts to her scent, the fear flowing from her in waves, the salty taste as he draws blood, and he pushes closer. But her only reaction is self preservation and she bites him back, sinking her own pearly teeth into his shoulder, unsuccessfully trying to hurt him thru the heavy material of his uniform. Gasping for air like a fish out of water, as he pulls back fixing her to the wall with a cold stare, his hand flashing out like lightning. She'd let the skirt drop now, so neither of them could see the entries, but anyone observing from the rear would have seen her inner lips being pulled out and dragging up the shaft with each upwards movement, leaving a shiny wet trail of juice, as the woodcutter was now holding her skirt up at the back whilst cupping her buttocks.Faster and faster she bounced, wet sounds coming from their crotches, and he could resist the beautiful tits no longer. Leaning forwards he began devouring them,.