“Sure,” I replied.She reached out and placed her hand right on my crotch.“Only . . .if. I get to see yours,” she said, biting down on her lowe... lip as she groped my manhood.I unzipped my trousers and lowered them so she could both see and feel her prize. She sat back on the edge of the desk, her eyes glued to my crotch. She dropped into a squat in front of me and fingered my steel rod, then pulled my trousers further down my legs. She took my cock into her small hands and gently stroked. "Still living with Mama."Lissa took off the t-shirt and put it in the plastic bag she had brought with her. "Yeah, for one more year. Don't drive next to no trucks for a minute, OK?" She kicked off her sandals and then unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off. Then she opened the bag and took out a short black skirt."That's more like it," said Marcella as Lissa put the skirt on, lifting her butt up off the seat to pull it up past her hips. "If you got it, you should flaunt it. And girl, you got. Today, like the last time Luke had seen her, her tall, full figured body was dressed in jeans and a fringed leather top. The feathers and turquoise that would have made most people look like Native American wannabes, only made Sarah look more authentic. She wore her heritage casually, and that caused her presence to be even more overwhelming. Sarah’s personality matched her appearance – she was a self-confident and strong woman. Sarah Hytree was an impressive human being. And at that moment,. The way you know someone is looking at you and how you turn so they can see you better. I love the way your eyes betray the way your heart feels even when your mind is screaming for our passion to end. We both know what we are doing is insane, but passion is insane, desire is madness and I am lost in the madness of our liason. We are caught in this tangled web of beautiful lies and burning passion. But your beauty is something I long to experience again in a way that can only be madness. I.