’ ‘You’re the best!’ she squealed, and then pounced on me for a big wet kiss. Her tongue was aggressive and her lips tasted of licorice, I cou...dn’t resist sliding my hand into her opened blouse and copping a feel of her tit. Unlike her, I had the discipline to break contact right away, Irene expected me to take care of our visitors, not screw around with the other help. The pair waiting for us in the foyer didn’t look like a traditional couple. The guy was a solidly built Hispanic who probably. I pushed all the way in and hit bottom. If Jun was experiencing any major pain she neither showed it nor gave any indication. She started pistonning her hips against me in a serious and insistent manner and mumbling some Tagalog that had no meaning to me.Then following a hesitation in that motion she slammed her hips into me, grabbed me with her arms, arched her back and screamed for all she was worth while her whole body shook. That evidently was my cue to cum. I let loose, deep as I was,. She openly talked about how she "hated" perfume soap, how cologne made her head hurt and how much she loved the natural scent of her man. She kept talking about what she wanted; "a man, a real man. A man that has the body hair of a man, that smells like a man after mowing the lawn and washing the car and just oooohhhh. You know." She was a totally new dynamic in the usual party scene, and I loved it. I loved listening to her as most of the regulars were the highly primped, pruned, and would. She wore the Frederick's nighty I bought her last Christmas.She had worn it for me once or twice.The underwire cups made her 42D breasts seem impossibly firm and full. Her nipples in the moonlight seemed incredibly large and erect behind the lace, the shadow of her cleavage impossibly dark and deep. Her thong panties were just visible below the short skirt. Her voice had the breathless husky tone I remembered from our college dates. I could smell her perfume and a hint of her vaginal juices. My.