I then moved further and unbuttoned her jeans and ripped it off. There she was in a white panty wet from her vaginal juices. I then put my hand inside...her panty her pussy was dripping with her juices. At first, she blocked my fingers going into her pussy with her thighs but later started enjoying the touch. I just kept rubbing my finger between her pussy lips vibrating her clit. She was in 7th heaven catching her breath. She was lying on my left hand smooching and I was rubbing her clit with my. ”“Okay, but that could mean anything,” I said. She pulled my hair. “Patience!” she said. “I’m telling this story.” Then she continued. “So, I asked my beautiful Ian to meet Sammy for lunch, but Sammy wouldn’t go, and that’s not like him. You know Sammy, he’s a big boy--well, you don’t know him because you’ve never met him, but he’s tall, like six feet two and totally proportional. Right?” She emphasised the world “totally proportional” then laughed at her own joke because we both knew what she. ‘Not at all. I hope you don’t mind me being early.’ ‘Not at all.’ Antonella spoke as she gestured for him to go into the living room area. They took a seat on the couch and talked briefly to get comfortable. The entire time, Marcus would run his hands over her body, as Antonella would run her fingertips up and down his thigh. Before long, Antonella could see Marcus’ cock slowly growing in his pants. She gave the area a quick massage before excusing herself. She gave him a long, deep, French. I met Master Tom while working in an area hospital, he was a continuing education lecturer that frequently visited my work place, after the class we hit it off and was soon spending time together after work and found that he and I had a lot in common, he was married but this not know to me, I assumed he was single and gay as he posed as that from the start, never the less we spent a few weeks together exploring and talking about what he enjoyed out of life and required sexually, as he was a.