She was wearing a semi transparent dress and I could see her inner. It was lower neck so her cleavage was also visible. She asked me suddenly if she c...n kiss me…. Shocked… And she started kissing me before I could even reply. …. We started smooching and I got aroused.I took my hand and touched her smooth back and it was smooth as silk. I put her down on the bed and started kissing her neck…. And she gave a small mourning slowly took off her top and started pressing her boobs. I was in heaven.. I lie wondering what is going to happen next, and I nearly moan out loud when I feel a hand yet again on my thigh. This time the touch isn't as gentle but just as pleasurable. Instead of working its ways down it moves up the inside of my thighs, and then round to my sides so it misses my pussy completely, I moan my frustration and bite my lip. I hear you laughing again as you know how frustrated I get but I forget all that when you come over and kiss me, sliding your tongue into my mouth and. With a bit of a pivot of her hip and a slight pull on my shirt sleeve, she lifted me just enough to take my feet a few centimetres off the floor. I was on the verge of being pulled and pivoted into an effortless yet irresistibly powerful judo style hip toss. I gasped. She chuckled softly and just held me there, dangling as helpless as an infant on her hip for a few more seconds before lowering me gently. “Did I scare you?” Her deceptively slim arms slid around me. “Sorry,” Her smirk said that. If I lunged at him I'd probably bounce off his body of hardened steel. He had his back to me as he calmly poured a bowl of cereal for himself. Then he turned and faced me, leaning against the kitchen counter. That was the moment I first saw it. The outline, the bulge in his form-fitting boxer briefs. It was instantly crushing to my own manhood and his eyes seemed to indicate he knew. It laid in his underwear limp, and yet, appeared like a cucumber. He stood there casually eating his.