Keeping his eyes locked with hers in the mirror, refusing to let her close her eyes against him. He wanted her to see who was doing this to her, who w...s making her feel like she would die from frustration. Sliding her leg up further, Manolito thrust into Clara faster and deeper, claiming her in an age old rhythm. Gripping her hips he helped her move with him, penetrating her over and over until she was begging him again for release. Watching him fuck her, seeing his cock, slick with her juices,. But then again, she thought it was kind of cute. However, she had never dated anyone as old as him and she wasn't sure she wanted to become attached to an older man. Or, any man for that matter. She liked that she was a free spirit and that she took sex wherever she found it. Jim wasn't very adventuresome. She was sure that he was mortified this morning about the hand job. Still, she giggled to herself as she thought about what she had done. It had been great fun. She felt a little thrill shoot. Either way, I really wanted him.Looking up at him through my fluttering eyelashes I said, "I'm sorry if I offended you." It's okay Miss," he said, looking back into my eyes. Taking out his book he began to write.'Damn' I thought. 'This is not working.' Shifting tactics I ran my hands up and down my arms, squeezing my breasts together in the process. The movement had his eyes sliding back over them."It's chilly," I said, explaining the movement. "Do you really have to ticket me? Isn't there. I look to you for approval, and you nod, smiling at my parents. Joining the four of us for dinner are my aunt, uncle and four cousins. My aunt is my mother’s sister, a nose on legs with a voice akin to nails scratching a chalkboard. Her husband, Bernard’s personality isn’t at all palatable for anyone without hard liquor involved. His skin is the color of distressed leather, his teeth abnormally bleached-white. He is the type that tans in a salon until he can be described as “extra crispy”. His.