"He pulled his arms away and down, resting his hands on her hips then tucking the thumbs up under the fabric of her white t-shirt. His open hands swep... lightly up her ribcage pulling the fabric up with them and came to rest cupping her breasts, his thumbs teasing and stroking her nipples erect through the thin fabric of her satin bra. She moaned quietly and leaned back into him a little more, pressing against his erection and reveling in his touch. His hands shifted to the center and unclipped. "Yes, there is definitely dew here in the crotch." I was shocked when he took the crotch in his mouth and sucked. He came toward me and turned me to face the camera. Standing beside me so as not to block the view, he fondled my breasts before running his hand down to my bush. As he applied pressure to my clit with the heel of his hand, a shudder ran up my body. The sensation was like nothing I had experienced before! While he masturbated me, I watched him shoot off again on the screen.I was. It would make me so happy when you, in turn, reached over to lift off my shirt. I would raise up my arms to make it easier for you to take it off. When it was halfway off and over my head you would change your mind and playfully push me onto my back. I would know a moment of panic and surprise. You would clamp your mouth onto my breast. It would make me so happy when you sucked it into your mouth as far as possible as if you could not get enough of me. I would enjoy it so much when you ran your. De koffer en de tas zet ik in de hal en hij vraagtof ik eerst nog even binnen wil komen om een glaasje te drinken."Op onze kennismaking," lacht hij. En wij klinken onze galzen tegenelkaar aan.Ik zou nu natuurlijk wel eens kennis willen maken met zijn vrouw. Maarweer is zijn antwoord: "die is er niet."Een beetje vreemd, maar ik denk er verder niet bij na. Misschien werktzij ook wel of misschien is zij ook wel veel op reis. Ik hoop van niet.Wij drinken nog een tweede glaasje. En het is al over.