Looking at her shapely calves didn't make it easy, but it helped.He set the suit bottom aside, took a deep breath and reached for the bottle again. He...repeated his routine: pour the oil, set the bottle down, warm the oil in his hands. So as not to startle her, and to demonstrate he could show restraint, he began massaging her thighs, starting above her knees. He used short strokes this time, only wanting to accustom her to his hands since he'd already massaged her legs.As he worked his way up,. But they have to go, and I fumble at untying them as fast as I can. I pull them off and throw them to the side. But for just an instance, the sight of your sexy pussy that has been exposed to me entrances me. Like me it's wet and ready to be played with. Your pussy lips look so soft and inviting. I slide my body into the grass and position myself between your legs. I spread them apart and my fingers gently pet your soft lips. They feel amazing under my fingers. So soft, so perfect. I look up at. It was now or never. I reached under her nightie and quickly realized she wasn’t wearing anything under there. “Looking for these?” She dangled her panties on the end of her finger and tossed them away across the room. “So she HAD planned this from the beginning!” I took this as a good thing and to continue, so I reached under her nightie and gave her pussy a little rub. “Oh my…” I could feel her beginning to grow wet. She took off her nightie and allowed me access to her breasts. They were. It’s nothing to worry about.” I turned to him, kissing him deeply and melted into his arms. He had other ideas. Gripping my hips, Thomas turned me around and over the counter. The coffee was all but forgotten. “You’re not helping make the coffee.” I teased him. I felt his fingers slip back into my dampness. “I never said I’d help make the coffee. I only said I’d help… myself to you.” He thrust forward in one smooth motion and sheathed himself deep inside. I could feel the power as he bottomed.