Christina and I dated for a couple years before we both realized we both had different life goals and that it wouldn't work between us. Christina was ...bout 5'6", with dark skin, black hair that went down a little past her shoulders, big full breasts, and a slightly larger butt in comparison to her body."What are you up to now, do you have time to catch up or do you he somewhere to be?" she said. I replied, "sure we can talk a bit, I got nothing going on, I'll get a booth while you get yourself. ” She was still hungover, so she wasn’t completely making sense. But her intentions were clear. She wanted to enjoy She quickly pulled down my boxers and started stroking my dick while kissing me. I caressed her ass, and we’d found that lost spark as we both were so passionate. I pulled down her dress from her shoulders, and her boobs popped out. She wasn’t wearing a bra! I grabbed her boobs and started sucking on them.Oh, how badly had I missed these babies! She quickly pushed me to the edge. When I saw they both wore cartoon panties, age regression was a done deal. Women who wear cute little babyish underpanties are begging to be age-regressed, practically infantized. They visualise themselves as coy and as cute as possible, and want to be filled with wonder in a virginal sweetness that is now part of their past, but of which they have fond memories. Memories of sensations, new exciting, loving, warm, sensations that come with a sense of being protected by another, stronger caring. ’ We walked together back into the living room, and I plopped down my recorder between us, and got out my notepad. ‘You slept well?’ Zerzinski sipped his cappuccino as he asked the question, looking at me intently. ‘Very well,’ I said. I wondered whether he knew just how well I had slept. The next thing he said indicated that whether or not he knew, he suspected. ‘You look happy.’ ‘I usually am,’ came my somewhat coy reply. ‘But last night did involve some unexpectedly happy.