It was funny, he said, ‘I read your profile and found it interesting, read mine and see if you want to chat. If you do, I have a question. So I wen... and read his. In it Michael listed foreplay as one of his hobbies, his personal quote was ‘There is nothing more delicious than the scent of a woman [especially if she’s satisfied).’ How could I not talk to him, Michael lived in California so I figured it was OK. Michael didn’t have a picture to trade. But said he was 6 feet , 170lbs, short sandy. My back arched, and I lost control as my groin exploded in orgasm. A small drop of cum shot out of the tip of my penis and arched through the air over my head to land on the floor behind me. "Wow!" she exclaimed, stopping her stroke completely. In the throws of orgasm, her stopping was unacceptable, I arched my back and used my hips to pump my shaft within her still firm grip. A second wad of cum launched out of my penis, arching though the air to spatter on my chest. She recovered from her. She always wears salwar or nightie sleeveless and fair complexioned with real good looks. This used to make me horny every time I see her. That day I had come home early around 5.30. She was in the parking lot saying bye to her kids and husband and her parents who were going out. And she smiled and said hi to me. Her nighty as usual was semi transparent and against the light of the lift I saw that her bra was lacy and she was not wearing skirt just panty I suspected. She caught me looking and. My hand glides to your cock, above the fabric of your pants, just placing them there, letting the heat radiate from them. I bring my lips to yours and just brushing against them in a whisper i say something softly, almost unhearable, my blue eyes seeming to sparkle as i bring my lips from yours before clearly saying what i had whispered (that will leave up to what you would want to hear) then moving my hand that still remained on now your hardened cock, M says: i do like very much. put it on.