The thought of those thighs wrapping around me as I lick out her wet pussy as she moans makes me shiver on this warm summer day. She was dressed in a ...ver-all jean dress with a tank top underneath; the dress clung nicely to her curves and moved as she moved around her yard, picking up some stuff to put back in her shed. I bit my bottom lip, setting down my drink and moving my hand down to rub my clit slowly as I watched her body (specifically her ass) move about and bounce ever-so-slight. . For like 10 minutes, she would just need to zoom the camera on to her nipples. So based on all these expreriences, she made up her mind of not meeting any members from the live chat site. Then I asked her why she decided to meet me. She just replied that I seem normal and a pretty nice guy. Then I told her at least I pretend to be…hahahahaha. She just gave me a semi angry stare that looks really cute. I guess she was trying to be funny too. So before the food arrives, we do not feel the tension. That’s what I called them and she used to laugh about it, I guess she was flattered. Then it was my chest to be washed, she rubbed me, as if she is feeling them with their hands more than she is cleaning me, she even scratched it me abit and let out light moan. That it hit her when she realized it. Then she rubbed my shoulders, arms but didn’t wash my hands since they were on my crouch. Her tits were full of shampoo and soap. She washed my arm pits like a baby again then went down and washed my. "It's not like that at all," she said. "It started with this couple I met here in the summer. A really nice older couple. I didn't have any friends here. They took an interest in me. But it wasn't only that they were nice to me-- they were the first people I'd ever met who liked my size. Who saw that I was strong and beautiful. Who wanted to worship a strong, powerful and sexual woman like myself." Worship? Is that what you're doing in bed with them?" I said, pretty sarcastically."Yes it is,".