" The man took another sip from his glass. He walked over to an overstuffed armchair and sat down in it. "Why don't you finish your drink and come ove... here and get on your knees?" Just a moment." The woman undid her blouse and hung it up in the clothes enclave. She unfastened her bra, heaving a sigh of relief as she did and massaging the strap marks. Her skirt followed, d****d carefully over yet another hanger with the bra tossed on top."Whenever you can spare the time..." came a dry hint from. Matthew was very close to them while we were moving through the crowd and touched her here and there. And I was carrying her bags with food behind.“How do they carry such heavy bags through the whole city?” I thought and then remembered my neighbor Elisabeth, 40-year-old lady. Every week she carried the bags as heavy as these ones from the supermarket for she didn’t have a car. Suddenly I imagined some young fellows acted with her like we did now… I can’t explain why but my penis became. Mitch gently stroked the inside of her legs and watched her part her thighs for him in invitation. His face was at the same level as her sex and he could smell her arousal. He darted his tongue out and licked at her scrap of lace. He could taste her already and he heard her soft moan as she leaned over a little and put her hands on his shoulders. His fingers gripped the lacy sides and slid them down her legs and helped her to step out of them before he tossed them over with her jeans. . I pressed my lips together tight and he drew his face to my ear. His breath instantly cause my pussy to tighten. I heard him slightly gasp. He felt my insides squeezing and releasing him over and over. He brushed the hair away from my ear, “Your cunt is so fucking tight.” He jerked my hands to him causing my breasts to bounce. “Tell me you will do anything for my cock, that you only want this cock. I know you do, you’re too fucking easy.” He slapped my tits before pulling my head back to look.