She looked back at his eyes intently and said “I taste even better”, her heart started racing faster expecting some action finally. He held her ch...ek lightly “is it? Let me find that out for myself then” and both of them leaned forward. Their breaths collided in a flurry and within moments the lips met each other. He didn’t wasted much time and started sucking her lips, and the hand which held her cheeks slowly explored down, making way through the robe and stopped on her breasts.Gently he. “Gravy, too?” he groaned. “Only if you promise to stay in bed.” “Yes, Mama.” Moe felt like a little boy being put to bed, except no mamas in his neighborhood ever looked like this frill. His body might not be up to do-si-do-ing with the nursing staff, but it couldn’t hurt to lay some groundwork for the future. Moe wouldn’t mind seeing a little more of Mona Dale when just lifting his head didn’t feel like work. “You got something special planned for me, Miss Dale?” She didn’t answer. Instead she. .. The first time that happened, she slapped you right in the mouth."We're just friends, Max!" She'd screamed at you, right in front of everyone. Even mid-slap, you'd marveled at the way her firm, high-school-freshman tits wobbled briefly in her swimsuit as she struck your cheek. That was almost four years ago, and you still catch yourself throwing sideways glances at your best friend and remembering that juggle. It makes you feel dirty and all of the right ways... but also all of the wrong. Esmerelda seems nice. She's about thirty years old, kinda tall, maybe five foot eight, and willowy, with long legs. I can't help but notice her boobs cause she wears her blouses unbuttoned really low and she tends to bend over a lot. She's very pretty. She opens a suitcase and then notices what I'm watching on television. The plantation owner's wife is letting one of the black man slaves feel up her naked breasts. Then Esmerelda sees that I kinda have my fingers down there playing with myself a.