You sit back slowly, as I lie on my back, holding your beautiful firm ass in my hands for support. You straddle my face, your legs to the sides, sprea... open giving me a perfect view of your delicious tasting pussy. I start kissing, sucking hard, then soft, licking down and all around your sweet tasting pussy, catching every drop of your sweet juices.You start rubbing my chest lightly, then squeezing hard. I can really feel your extremely long fingernails digging into my flesh. Are you drawing. I finished the second beer before she returned wearing one of those beach wraps. Even though in her forties, Renee still had that rockin’ body I remembered from all those years ago. It brought back all those feelings that I had as a young teen, jacking off to thoughts of her. I watched Renee walk toward me. In one fluid motion, she had the wrap off, threw her glasses on a chair, and dove in the pool. A few seconds later, she surfaced and swam the length of the pool, turning to swim back toward. But like I said, it’s just a fantasy. And it's not even a **** fantasy, even though it might be a stranger. Last year when I started wearing short skirts to school a lot, I sometimes got so hot I would go to the bathroom during class and just have to get off before I went back. I can’t count the number of times I did that, I just would get so hot sometimes.”“Do you still do that?”“Hmmmm, sometimes. But not very often, and now the fantasies are about you doing it, not just some random guy that. It’s like being high, but not dizzy. I’m vaguely aware of him guiding me to sit back against the couch and removing my shirt and skirt and panties, and suddenly I’m feeling a lot more leather against my heated skin. My vision is a little hazy as I look up at him, watching him enrapt as he shrugs out of his coat. Somehow his pale skin seems to flush with health without really changing color. He’s still fair, but no longer snowy white, the difference between a living man and a corpse. As he.