Yet there she was laying inches from me, looking at me as I looked at her, with a soft expression on her face. Even her night clothes, what she wore ...o bed, gave her a look of elegance. Her top was a sky blue silk tank top with spaghetti straps over her shoulders that crossed in back and ended about mid back, in front I could see the shape of her breasts. Not huge, but so firm like most women want to have C-cup size firm breasts. Through the material I could see the shape of her areola and. I ended up asking why he was chatting with us. He said his girls were all working, and so he had a free night, and had enjoyed the fact hubby got him three drinks without once asking for anything in return. That we hadnt wanted anything from him. That was the big difference he said, almost everyone he met wanted d**gs, or money or women from him. We had just enjoyed his company and brought him drinks and asked him about his life.He offered us both more coke, and we politely declined. It worked. She smoothed her white sleeveless tennis top firmly down over her small, firm breasts, and straightened the pleats of her short white tennis skirt. Her freshly-shaved smooth, slender legs, still nicely tanned from their summer holiday in Spain (she smiled and blushed whenever she remembered that magical first night) were framed top and bottom by her skirt and white cotton socks. Her brown, shoulder length hair was shiny, sleek and just a little sun-bleached. She leaned forward to check her. I closed my eyes and pushed the feeling down, I would not cum yet. I still had some fight in me. Instead, I let the didlo and dick move in and out of me. While I was fighting on the surface, I was simply allowing this to happen on the inside. My walls relaxed their hold on Allie’s dildo, and I tried my best to get my ass to relax. Brian quickly grew tired of this, or perhaps he himself was ready to cum. He sped up his thrusts. Sending me right back to where I started, with the feeling of an.