One day, already separated from her husband, invited her to the theater on an afternoon that was alone, we went to see a work a little risen where it ...as spoken of the possession, bondage and sex of a fashion designer. It gave free rein to the new realities of the relationship between men and women, and the new languages ​​that sex opened. When we go out I invite her to take something home, and I can not say no. When we arrived, her house was ready as only a Japanese woman knows. He changed and. If I dare. A few minutes and my head relaxes to the side as if falling asleep, allowing my knees to part slightly I feel my skirt drop. The cool breeze I feel tells me that my pussy is now exposed. My sunglasses hide my open eyes, I'm watching you, waiting. The seconds pass and you glance up,down at your book again and up! I smile to myself as your mouth gapes at what is before you. I hear your breath catch and a small moan escape your lips. It seems an eternity waiting so see what you will do.. Sally has the best looking and feeling legs I had ever seen. She was moaning as I did it and worked my way up to the crotch of her panties. She was already wet there when I moved the cloth aside and stroked her slit. She moved her legs far apart on her own this time and I could see the pink inner folds of her sex. I ran my finger up and down the center getting some more moans as my reward. It was much better when I knew she was enjoying what I was doing and that she wanted more. I pressed on. Moving his eyes down he saw rather small, perky breasts. However this was not given much detail thanks to the perfect body. The one next to her had the same perfect body, but this some had larger breasts. Much larger. They didn’t have any sag to them as well. They stood perfectly on her body, lying on the carpet of leaves. As he moved to the last two, he could not take in their beautiful bodies as they started to move. Yet one went back to her original stance while the other positioned herself.