I pressed my lips to his again, feeling the moisture of our last encounter still fresh on his skin. I moved to remove his shirt, feeling the muscles b...lge in his back, the strong, broad shoulders moving in unison. In seconds, his shirt was off, our kiss barely interrupted. Our chests met, our burning skin sticking together, binding us together in our passionate embrace. With my arms wrapped around his strong back, he twisted us around, sending me on top of him. I licked his tender lips, feeling. I to thought of sharing some of my sex experiences with u all. (This is my first time posting a story.. so if any mistakes occour, pls overlook them. Thnx)First encounter with miad........Our maid, Savita, is a middle aged woman with slight dark complexion and a healthy body. She has average sized breasts and a nice booty. She is hard working and has a good innocent nature(i was soon proved wrong :P )That time I was 17 and like all boys I used to think with my penis. Every time she used to bend. He gave Sally another dose then gave himself another one, as well. Then he put the vial away, reached for Sally and pulled her to him. He kissed her deeply, intently, and Sally responded, although she was still puzzled. As he kissed her, he reached a hand under her skirt and ran his fingers under the gusset of her black silk panties, feeling her bald pussy, which immediately began to moisten. ‘We’re not going to do it right here, are we?’ Sally asked breathlessly when they broke the embrace.. The train was running at a 100 mph clip, the fastest train in Canada. It was an impressive velocity, and the world moved by us in a whisk of color and blurs. The life of the hobo is not usually fast; it is plodding and gentle. This was fun.I put my arm around her, and she snuggled into me. It was a soft and warm embrace, and almost automatic. I kissed the top of her head. She smiled. That huge smile of hers. I loved her then, I love her now, and I loved her the night I asked her to marry me.I.