As she stood and stared at it, panting from the adrenaline that was pumping through her body, she noticed that there were warm, strong hands gripping ...er upper arms. He was holding her upright. With a start she stepped back to break free of his hold, and watched as his hands hovered in the air before dropping to his sides. Before yesterday, she hadn’t seen him in seven years. She hadn’t been this close to him in just as long. Her brain was screaming at her to walk away from him, or at the very. Barry then let his right hand run down her smooth pale skin and over her neatly shaven pubic region until his hand folded in between her legs and his fingers were lost in her already cum sticky wet pussy. Barry mashed his hand in to her hole three or four times and then pulled his hand out holding it up and showing his sticky three fingers. Looks to me like youve not long used her pussy? he said looking at me on the sofa, a huge lump unable to be hidden straining at my shorts. About an hour ago. Some of them will still be here today, but many are new and will be coming along with an assortment of kids, partners and baggage, which for the most part they carry by themselves but after a few glasses of wine it all gets a bit messy. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Talking of wine, I get more than my fair share as presents. Everyone says, ‘enjoy yourself. Have a glass of wine tonight when the kids are settled.” What’s sadder, actually using a wine stopper, or drinking a. Her fair skin looked like silk in the sunlight. Her breasts were at least a DD. She wore no make up, but had little, black glasses. She had on a black and white stripped sweater with a black spaghetti-strap shirt under it. Scott could see she was wearing jeans but didn’t get a look at her ass. He began thinking of how he could get a good look at it. “So… how old are you?” he asked as casually as he could but still his voice cracked under the pressure of talking to the hottie five feet from him..