“Hey sailor,” she cooed. Her eyes lingered on his groin, still hidden beneath the bath towel. She licked her lips and gave a bit of wiggle. Mar... was proof positive that sex did not end after marriage. Tim let the towel fall from his waist. The sunlight fell on her skin, shiny and fair. Her back curved and his eyes traced the little depression that marked her spine. He knelt by their bed and leaned over, to trace the back of his fingers on Mary’s chin. She. So it all seemed okay at first. I mean Christmas at themall, for a kid that's pretty exciting. Although everything about itwas just a little bit off-"'Muffle Muffle Muffle?' asked the first voice." No, the old one. Downtown."'Buffle Muuub?'"Right. Or maybe some composite of the two. And kind of nice, the waythey had it decorated. And they had a Santa there, but Santa-" hersudden pause made him wonder if the voices had stopped, but then shemade a noise like someone had stepped on her hand, and. The nine inch dick.She stood at the door of his apartment wearing a brown cordoroy jumper type dress with a white blouse. It was three o'clock in the afternoon and she knew I wouldn't be expecting her home for three more hours. Before she left work she had removed her pantyhose because she was instructed not to wear them. so they were neatly tucked into her purse. The excitment she felt in her body was building as she felt her nipples tingle into full erection, the crotch of her silky panties. The long hair in his own dark blonde colour flowed down over her shoulders in thick waves. His throat was dry as parchment all of a sudden and as he stood again he knew he should have accepted the beer. The guy sitting on the sofa, half turned towards her, wasn’t the ‘dream prince’ every girl hope to meet. No, but he definitely had something to him. When he stood up it was with smooth grace. He filled out his white suit quite well and it was obvious that he was fit. No bulging muscles but.