I’m fully hard. She sucks on it, from the top and down as far as she can. It feels like she is taking it as far as she dare, more then as deep as sh... wants. But I’m not complaining. I’m enjoying it very much. She gags it a little then I think she have done enough and grabs her head. Pulls it up and kiss her. She rest for a while and we just looks at each other. I gentles her pussy and penetrated her with two fingers, she feels ready. I stroke my cock and looks at her. She hesitates, I fear that. She shook her head at that thought, but it kept coming back to her as she looked at some of the dresses. Then she saw a small dress in white linen. It was halter-topped and was barely mid-thigh length. She took the hanger off the rack and held it up against her in the mirror, and blushed bright red and put it back. No way could she ever wear something that small! Still, every few minutes as she walked through the shop, her eyes kept stealing back to the dress. The idea was ridiculous, though.. Without thinking, his finger glided over the golden speckled pigskin that had been set with glue and mixed with aluminum painted in gold. Extending out from the center were golds and marigolds disrupting the powerfully bold blue. The focal point was the abraded leather and as he took a closer look, he saw the initials that were penned in from so many years ago. His body fell to the floor and took the painting in. In the center of her work was a ball that had been given to his grandfather. His. Holding this lovely Goddesses ass in my hands, I reamed her delicate pussy with my lapping tongue, swallowing her multiple orgasms as fast as I could. Slowly Sheila’s heavenly body began to stop quaking. As the last wave passed through her, I eagerly swallowed the last of Sheila’s sweet nectars. As my loving friend’s final juices coated my tongue and face, I felt Sheila’s fingers running through my long, auburn hair. With Sheila’s beautifully tapered legs wrapped around my neck and back, I.