You fall into my arms and our mouths are joined. Your tongue hungrily searches for mine. Mine, teasingly, darts in and out of your mouth, playing hide...‘n’ seek with yours. My hands, under your jacket, are warmed by the heat of your skin which radiates from beneath the fabric of your shirt. As my hands travel up your sides, I feel the soft, pliant fullness of your breasts. My thumbs pass over your nipples, separated from your naked flesh only by a thin layer of cotton. I begin to unbutton your. "I did. "I see, where did you get the trailer?" Out of the garage," she said smugly."The attic trunks?"She unbuttoned a third button."How did your day at Mrs. Parker's go?" I had to ... will you please button up? I can't think."A fourth button ... Grace was NOT wearing foundation garments."Grace!!"The fifth and last was slid from its hole ... she grabbed the two halves of the blouse and gently waved them back and forth.Now you see, OH BOY!Now you don't, AWW!Now you see, OH BOY!Now you don't,. She was pretty; her dark hair and blue eyes attracted most men and she knew that she turned heads when in public. She dressed very well, her clothes were always stylish and she was always dressed in the newest fashions. Her body was well toned, and her breasts were above average in size, her stomach flat, and her legs shapely and well tanned. She just could not seem to give herself fully to anyone.Meeting someone at JWI was out of the question. JWI's fraternization policy was draconian, and any. I am impossibly wet with sweat and overflowingass-cum churned up by Trey's huge cock deep in my bowels. I am incredibly sore - anally ****d by a dick ridiculously large. Andyet... "I want this"... at first more like a question, but then, veryquickly it is the answer. "I want this!" And then Trey, reading my mind, asks "You want this?" his more like astatement. "Yes." I croak, more like a whisper than a word. "I didn't hear you", immediately, then a second later"Do... You....