She just rubbed up and down his hairy legs, then over his hips, then his fuzzy tummy, then his chest, where she palmed his stiff nipples. She had to c...imb up his body to reach his face, rubbing her nipples on him along the way, and pulled her lips to his for a deep soulful kiss. He rubbed her naked back and hunched his penis against her thigh.She brought one hand back down and started stroking his dick again, then slowly slid back down to the floor and added the other hand to her. But Miss Christina, when you see the way you pose, your curves and legginess, stocking-tops, knix and cleavage, you know a big wanker like me is not going to be able to hold it, specially when I know you’ll see exactly what you make me do. The only reason I felt it was ok to pants-spunk openly in front of Miss Melanie is because that’s what happened the very first time I saw Her. I wasn’t expecting it – in fact I don’t know what I was expecting cause that was the first time I’d ever seen a girl. His skin was kissed by the sun, leaving it a rich tan. He was probably considered the hottest man alive. When fantasies were dreamt, he was the main event. His erotic looks were what had him in trouble with most of the women and some of the men at the office. He couldn't control how he looked, nor could he help that well he was really good looking, he was even better in bed. His nickname in the office was "man whore"; the funny thing was, for all the sex stories that went around about him, less. When he opened the bedroom door, he saw the bed was empty. He looked about the large room and started to panic. Where could she be? He quickly put the tray down on the dresser. Then noticed the adjoining door to the bathroom was shut and he heard water running. Silly him! He thought. She's just taking a bath."Love, I made you some coffee," he told her as he knocked on the bathroom door."Oh, thank you Greg," she called out" I'm almost through in here. I needed a hot bath. I was still chilled to.