Pamela's long dark blond hair was pulled away from her face quite severely and fixed in a braided chignon. Today she had a red silk scarf was wrapped ...round her chignon, perfect.Her golden brown eyes were taking me in again and she reminded of a tigress ready to pounce. I handed Pamela the estimate and she invited me to sit down with her over a cup coffee. We discussed the details and then made small talk to feel each other out.Finally, I stood up and we shook hands sealing the deal with her. I bet that would feel extra naughty down there. When Dad kissed me, his goatee always tickled my cheeks. It must be even more intense down there. Mommy loved it. I could hear her moans of delight.“Yes, yes,” Mommy panted. “Michael. Oh, Michael.”“Mmm, Daddy,” I moaned, my eyes squeezed shut, trying to imagine what Mom felt. That tongue. Those whiskers. He would lick her pussy folds. Her clitoris (though the sexy stories on Fanfiction.net always called it a clit) would burst with pleasure.Just. He said my legs mesmerized him. I'm 5' 3 127lbs, with strong legs and toned butt. He was 6' 2 220 lbs, mostly muscle. He was so nervous when we first met, I noticed he would steal glances at my legs quite frequently. I've never had a man do that, usually it's my breasts(was and still is a 34c in case you were wondering).As we dated, if I wore pantyhose he would always be more attentive and would "accidentally" touch my legs. If I didn't, he would not be as touchy feely with me and would be. He again started fucking motion and tried to get better in facial expression.He started moaning and pretended reached orgasm after a few minutes and rolled down. Again we repeated the video review. I said that there is very little improvement and asked him to do it again. He did the same thing again and again for almost 3 times. He reached too much sensation.I could see it in his face begging for dress free sex as he cannot really fuck me. I know that and I am purposefully dragging him. I also.