She started her story. “When I got to the office there was a man and a woman who told me to strip. I did and twirled around and they both smiled and...said I looked good. I filled out some paperwork and they told me to come back at 1 o’clock because they already had something scheduled that morning but the afternoon was open. So I went shopping for a while and had a good lunch. When I returned I was introduced to a couple of hunky guys and was told that these would be my costars. There was no. I encouraged him to show restraint: “Oh Stephen, I do hope you aren’t going to be a naughty little boy. I do hope you’re not going to make a mess in your pants.” It seems that my words fell on deaf ears and that the rapid movement of my fingers up and down his pulsing shaft as I attempted to push his surging cum back into the safe haven of his balls were of no avail, for as they slid with increasing frenzy up and down his length I felt him start to shake uncontrollably beneath my touch before. The kissing was fabulous during these moments. Then he starts stroking slowly which in no time built up to an aggressive pace. Oh lord, this is why Stacy has a 23 year old! In no time at all I'm having small climaxes again and he starts to slow down. My tits look better what I am on my back and Ken was right back on them. With his slowness out coupling became real tender. It somehow turned into lovemaking intercourse. How good it was. This is what this woman craves. I also crave being. I remember I could feel the strapof her bra through the back of her blouse. And on the third orfourth kiss, instead of just backing away we kind of slid ourfaces sideways, and I was kissing her neck while she waskissing mine. It felt really good. When we sat back after that, Elizabeth's face was a littlered, and she seemed to be breathing funny. I felt a little oddmyself, kind of hot inside. And then she looked down at my lap and her mouth fellopen. I was wearing a pair of gray.