A narrow waist that flared out to her hips, a blouse front that swelled promisingly, and a gorgeous backside under that tailored skirt. She could look...good - could put to shame some girls half her age. But the packaging... she always dressed conservatively. Demurely. Dressed down, you could say. In a way that always lessened rather than increased attention toward her... ahem... "assets".She looked up sharply and caught me "regarding"."What are you looking at?" Nice outfit!" I. Anna motioned for Bree to come and sit in her car. After a moment of token conversation, Bree leant over and gave Anna a kiss. It was a slow kiss at first as Bree was not sure how Anna would react to her advances. Anna’s body began to tingle and she pulled Bree further so that she could kiss her more deeply. Bree opened her mouth wider and slid her tongue into Anna’s mouth. Anna’s hands began to slide underneath Bree’s top and caress her breasts. Anna arched her back in pleasure. Bree’s hands. Let's get back to your partner. Were you hoping I might be able to find her the way I found Angela?" Something like that, yeah." I thought that might be it. The problem is I don't know her, at all. You've mentioned her a couple times but I've never even seen her." You hadn't seen those girls in Palm Springs either. Jimmy, I don't know what you do or how you do it, but it seems to be getting a lot easier for you to do it, and now would be a real good time to get lucky. If you can reach her, we. As you swallow, I dab the escaped dressing from your chin, and finish the motion with a little slap to your cheek. A light one, by our standards anyway, but heavy enough to rock your head to the side. "Messy slut," my reprimand is warm and loving, but the backhand slap to your other cheek is less gentle than the first. You gasped apology makes my heart beat harder, and my hand comes down again for the third slap, harder still. It takes a moment for you to recover your balance, your.