Craving intimacy, I think about guiding you off the path to that secluded dell. I want our kisses to be undisturbed, blossoming into prolonged passion... our hands wandering at will. I want to run fingertips over your flesh, feel your heat, your taut muscles, your hot breath on my neck. I want to fall under your spell as you lay me down among the bluebells and slide your hands along my inner thighs, parting them.Still no-one here. I take your hand, my breath escaping as a moan. I want you, want. ’ Georgia knew she was taking a chance, but she felt a smoldering aura just below the surface, directed at her. ‘Would you like to take a drive in Hyde Park on the morrow then? ‘That would be a delightful excursion indeed, Devon.’ ‘My carriage will be outside after you break your fast in the morning. I will bid you bonne nuit, ma jolie.’ Following those words, Lord Devon, The Duke of Withermoor departed the Stanhope ball. Devon sat back in the plush navy blue velvet cushioned seat in his. She was quite a few years older than me and I was out of her league in the looks department, but those are always my favorites, since they will go above and beyond to please an adonis.We met on the internet and I was at her house in no time. She was a BBW, which I never had a problem with, and about 20 years older than me. It was clear that she felt intimidated by a man of my appearance showing up to fuck her, but I threw caution to the wind and tossed her on the bed. It was a great experience;. Her breasts are as tanned as the rest of her body, she takes my hands and place them on her breasts, sighing softly as my warm palms press against her nipples. I gently rub over her breasts and she arch her back, pressing her breasts into my hands, her hard nipples and silky skin feels good under my hands as I rub her breasts and gently pinch her nipples.“Oh Mike, I wanted this for so long”She moves down and strip my shorts and boxers from me, I watch her as she lick over my cock, her pink.