The horny daddy broke off the kiss and slid down my body, helped along by the sheen of sweat, and clamped his gorgeous mouth onto my left nipple; my b...ck instinctively arched as if I was in pain. I opened my eyes in surprise and watched the dark head covered with short grey hair work its magic once again. Moving from one nipple to the next with increasing pressure from his lips and tongue, and nipping my sensitive brown nipples with his teeth. The short stubble on his chin tickled my smooth. ..sexy.I slowly rolled the plant to the side and looked closely at myself in themirror. My face looked thinner. My lips were a bit more full and...seductive. "What's happening?" I braced myself against the mirror'ssurface and leaned in, resting my head, deep in thought.Suddenly I felt a hand slowly kneading my breast, but what astonished methe most is the way I backed into his rising tool. He towered over me ashe drew me against his rapidly rising manhood, only I wasn't trying toget away. I. ”Her smile softened and she stepped closer, wearing only the lacy garment. Her breasts were level with my face and I couldn’t rip my eyes away from them. She ran her hands through my hair and I looked up. “Thank you.”“For what?” I asked, my voice coming out faintly.“For not thinking of me as a slut,” she said and then gently pressed her breasts to my face. “And for the way you look at me.”My breath stuttered out, but when I drew in another breath, all I could smell was her skin, her scent.. When Denise looked up, she continued, ‘Well, you always look nice, but I especially like you in green. Brings out your eyes. Um, sorry to interrupt, but can I talk to you for a minute? It won’t take long.’ In spite of herself, Denise beamed. To be first complimented, then wanted—for whatever reason—by this ultra-smooth, ultra-savvy woman made her ego momentarily swell with pride. It didn’t take long, however, for the inner cynic to squelch that elation. ‘I’m on my way to lunch.’ She enjoyed the.