.and in a trancelike state, we rock together like this for what seems an eternity - you whispering of your love for me, of how you have never felt any...hing so good in your life, and how you will never give this kind of passion to anyone but me...and then you stop. Suddenly you withdraw from me and spin me around to face you once again, kissing me passionately - your tongue exploring my mouth as you place your hands on my buttocks and lift me up, and naturally, I wrap my legs around your waist,. The man was a nice guy, maybe a little shy, but friendly and helpfularound the office, maybe a little too helpful sometimes, too keen to takemore work than he maybe should... just as he was doing right now.He was well on his way to his fifties, but hadn't reached them yet, hishair short and grey, well shaved, even if patches of beard were startingto appear due to the lateness of the hour, his belly a little bit biggerthan he would like. He was wearing a plain white shirt, that had oncebeen. I begin again in earnest, the kisses, the lascivious use of hands… not a football penalty here, the suckling and tonguing driving ever southward in search of the opening through which all of mankind has passed. There is an air of sweet, heady perfume as the portals of mankind spread open before me and I commence to devour its folds. The pace of things has quickened, a gasp then a long moan and her clamping thighs bury me in the pulsing folds. I lose track of time. Has my sojourn here been. Of course she's still young but what I wouldn't give to have breasts like hers! God knows she sure didn't inherit them from me, just look at these." She cupped her small breasts through her blouse and held them up towards me."Uh, well I think you have a wonderful figure Jaime and in fact I tend to prefer women with small breasts!" Really, how come?" I really don't know but I've always been attracted to small breasted women. My girlfriend in high school was practically flat-chested and most of.