Relieved, I closed my phone and drove to Jaren's apartment. As I mounted the stairs (he lived on the third floor of a five-storey building), I started...to get nervous about what I was going to tell him. I formed a plan in my head just as I reached his landing. I walked to his door and knocked. I heard him walk across his apartment floor and my heart sank a little with each of his foot steps. When he opened the door, I had to take a breath. I'd had a thing for Jaren since we had been kids. He had. But only feeling the bulge; she soon backs out of the heavy kissing to slide her hand into my pants and fill it with my hard cock. I spin her around and begin groping her breast under her shirt from behind and the other hand slithers its way to her lower lips. Spreading them open and entering with two fingers, pushing deeper and pulling up, hitting a sensitive spot causing a gasp from her to be released. I reach around her neck and grab the opposite side pulling her head back and towards me to. As I accelerated the car she leaned back on the backrest of the seat, closed her eyes, put her two hands across the back of her head and inhaled deep on which her firm round bosom jutted out.She was breathing heavily and with each taken breathes by Mrs. Monica the bold busty buxom beauty her big, boosted, bulged, buttery bosom bouncing within the boundaries of her blouse like basket balls as if her breasts were battling to break the barrier and burst out from the bearing of her blouse. Blobs of. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath and I got my first look at a man’s penis. It was so cute, maybe four inches long and hard as a rock. I leaned forward and kissed the tip. “Suck it, Belle, I don’t have much time.” I put the whole thing in my mouth and began to suck on it like he told me to. At first I didn’t like it but the more I did it the more it felt right. Being on my knees seemed like a natural place for me. It’s a good thing my mamma always had me on my knees cleaning the floors..