She stood next to the bar, putting her purse on the counter. She was wearing a clinging dress that came down to her mid-thighs. When she sat on the st...ol her dress formed around her thighs showing off her beautiful legs. There was more though; More than I had ever encountered. Her beauty was beyond what I had ever witnessed in my life. Her face was exquisite, Her eyes were full and liquid. Her nose was small and perfect. Her hair framed her face showing it off perfectly. I swallowed hard then. I shake out of my Bra, and his mouth moves from my lips and tounge down to my young breasts, licking, sucking and enjoying them as much as he can as his right hand continues to move in and out of my pussy. I feel an orgasm coming on, but want to save the sweet bliss until we our joined, and so I push him away. he smiles and leans back, and lean forward, bringing my face even with his belt. Its now my time, to show what I can really do.I unbuckle his belt and he arches his back as I pull off his. Why is psychoanalysis so much quicker for men than for women?Men don't need to be regressed back to their c***dhood.Why are well-dressed men always married?Because their wife chooses their clothes for them.What do you call a man with only half a brain?Gifted.Why are men such wankers?Because they have a willy with a head but no brains that hangs out with two nuts and lives next door to an arsehole.What do a beer bottles and men have in common?They are both empty from the neck up.Why can women. Fortunately Winston's penile shaft was not as huge as his penile head. My butt adjusted around the smaller tube and although it was dis-comfortable I was able to handle the rest of his fuck tool. Winston grind the whole length of his penis up into my bowels and was grinding away with abandonment. I was grunting with each thrust the tall lanky Winston made and it only seemed to encourage him to continue. My thighs were barely on the edge of my cot and my legs were hanging off. My feet trying.