She is wearing a low cut grey shirt, with a knee length black skirt. As i am standing over her, i am looking down her shirt at her beautiful 40d breas...s. She is wearing a red satin bra with lace trim. I take a look around to make sure nobody is around, as i slide my hand down the front of her shirt, cupping her right breast. She kind of lets out a little whimper as i take her nipple between my thumb and index finger and began to pull on it.She begans to rub my cock over the front of my jeans as. ” she said, never taking her eyes from his.A look that could be called adoration crossed his face as, without a word, he sank to his knees.Mandy parted her thighs slightly and beckoned Johnny towards her, saying at the same time, “Come here and worship you hunk.”Johnny dropped onto all fours and, like a big cat approaching its prey, undulated across the room, his eyes never straying from the light down covering his target. He slipped his body between the muscular thighs of his mistress, the. I jerked my hips in concert with hers and groaned, "Oh, God, Bonnie, I can't help it, I'm coming." Oh, me too. Oh, God, I'm coming, too," she moaned.We moved against each other in frantic motions, orgasmic pleasure flowing through both our bodies. Soon, both our pubic areas were covered in wetness with our juices mingling together and soaking us both with their flow. Gradually, our movements became less desperate, slowing moment by moment until we were still, our breathing labored and loud.. I asked her if she was OK and she gave a quick nod to indicate that everything was just fine. My hand was like a new explorer travelling a new land. It would move up towards her neck and over to a side of one breast and down to her belly and back up again. Whenever my hand approach her belly, she’d inhale her stomach and this opened a passage way down to vagina area. I wouldn’t move my hand down that far without some kind of sign that I should do so from her. Her hand left my arm for just a.