" "Would you like to touch me?" I ask him. He walks to me and begins to touch my tits. He rubs the mounds then his fingers rub the nipples. I grab the...other nipple and twist and pull it showing him how hard it can get. He is so busy ravaging my tits like he has never seen D's before.I then spread my legs as I love my pussy stared at. He looks down at my pussy and i then take my fingers and spread my lips apart so he can see the clit. I ask if fhe likes my pussy and he says yes so I take his. After they kissed he gently nudged her downward and she took his cock in her hands and stroked it while lightly kissing the head. She kept her eyes closed as she licked all around his head before sucking it into her mouth. Dakota wasn't bad at oral, but he'd had better. Again, it was just that she was too passive. She never initiated it and when she did suck him that was really all she did, closing her lips and moving back and forth on his prick. He ran his fingers through her curly brown hair. There was no longer any hint of the surgical scars and despite her lovely face Marsha did indeed now look much like a fourteen year old. She had instructed the plastic surgeon to give her nipples and very little more which he had done. Her hips and thighs were now virtually straight up and down with little if any curvature to her figure at all. Her face, though still beautiful, bore no makeup except for a little rouge on her cheeks and a hint of lipstick making her look like many of the. She was grateful that he was out of danger. Her woman's body kept reminding her that she was now twenty-six years old and longed for that ultimate physical connection.She dreamt of him holding her, shameless and naked. He would enter her, taking his pleasure inside her, emptying his essence deep within. At first, her sexual thoughts shamed her, but she came to revel in them, taking solace in her imagined satiation. Her mind's eye pictured his lean body, his square and resolute jaw line set on.