If her butt doesn't drive blood into a fellow's cock the roll-up-my-prick fold beneath her ample tits would. A second fold runs across her belly split...ing her pubic hair from her cat eye navel.Her preferred position is on her knees with her shoulders square and her spine vertical. A rust brawn trail of hair runs from her belly button south, gets lost under her pud then reappears to spread into her heavy delta bush. Once she is settled her putty stays hidden deep in shadow. On each occasion as. Was she messing with me, or was she scared, or was her pussy not ready.. she had all those looks on her face... but I just let her do what she wanted to with the head of my cock.. she was scared... and so highly aroused... nothing was gonna stop this...Finally... slowly... ever so slowly... the head of my raging cock was just inside her.. she closed her eyes.. she opened them, looked right into mine, and told me she could feel my throbbing cock inside her... I told her to take her. Sylvie knew that Tim would never feel exactly the same toward his two younger brothers after he caught them taking advantage of her helpless, drug-induced state that lurid day in the dressing room. Yet, the amorous reconciliation between husband and wife had almost made the terrible events leading up to it seem worthwhile. Sylvie smiled as she looked out at the budding trees... it was spring and her blood stirred lazily in her veins. She could feel a lingering sensuality in her shapely limbs as. She gave a long thought to my offer and probably decided to come along as she wanted to have a good time before she heads back. So we decided to take a cab to windmill crafts, which was a decent pub in that area. We reached there soon and I ordered for a beer combo, which had 6 pints of beer, each a different brewed flavor. This was the first time that she was drinking so I advised her to take it slow! But as it goes, she started to feel the buzz in just a pint.Now comes the interesting part...