Musk and vanilla. The hand now reached one of her breasts and now cupped around the covered fullness. She had not very large breasts, but they were wa...m andsoft. Softly she rubbed the familiar shape. She was accustomed to her body but seldom paid it much special attention. Now she was trembling slightly and her lips parted in a faint sigh. The fingers found the nipple through the fabrics and gently pinched it a little. Time and place stopped to exist, now there was only the fantasy about him,. I could travel in either of the two ways; one would lead me back toward the road... the other in the opposite direction. I had no real way of knowing how far I had moved away from the main road, but I was certain that I didn't want to go back into that direction again. I squinted in the bright sun and turned the bike down the path, silently praying that it was moving away from the main road. The grassy lane that I peddled the bike down wasn't much to speak of; it was probably wide enough for a. Beautiful soft skin, trimmed pussy in front of my face was just too much to handle so i dived in. after a few minutes of lapping her up, i picked her up and carried her to me bedroom. layed her on the bed as she ripped her top off. there is something about dark skinned women that drive me nuts and she was certainly no exception.after another 5-10 minutes of heavy french kissing, i moved my mouth to her well formed perfect breasts. taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking them to a peak! my. .though long gone, you have not been forgotten!]Sonny's life had been a colorful one. He'd been born in a little town in Oklahoma, to a roughneck father who worked on oil wells and a mother who did her best to raise Sonny and his three other siblings (in spite of an often drunken, and abusive husband). Eventually, Sonny also worked on oil drilling rigs until he and his father had a falling out and Sonny left home, rarely to ever go back.Sonny ended up going to California and he did some.