“Good. Any other special precautions that are in order?” she asked somewhat firmly while she gently pushed his head with her legs closer to her cr...tch. The scent would be filling his nostrils by now. “Don't mix with water...,” the man says, as he moans lightly, taking in the scent of this lady's moist pussy, as his eyes close partially. “So what should one do if he were to… say accidently spill it?” she pressed on with her questions, pushing his head nearly to her pussy.“O, dear...run...run. ”She turned and walked back towards the kitchen, stopping after a few steps to bent over and pick up some speck from the floor – Nathan knew that with just a small amount of manual stimulation he was very close to releasing a surge of semen in a stress relieving orgasm.Thuy thought it was such a waste that Jane had given up having sex with him, she knew that Nathan enjoyed looking at women’s bodies, she assumed he missed the sexual aspect of his marriage. But other than their private little. His rigid organ jumped up too. A moment later Smith knocked on the door. “Good morning, Miss Anderson. I hear you wanted to see me,” Smith said very cheerfully. He then saw Perkins and added, “Hi, Bob.” He was nicely dressed in a sports jacket, long sleeved white shirt, tie, and form fitting trousers. Bonnie admired his butt when he turned to face Perkins. “Nice cheeks,” she thought. “Shall I close the door, Miss Anderson?” “Yes, for now.” Perkins took a seat on the couch facing Anderson’s. As a result, he replaced my hand with his own."Wow, Stella," he commented, "You're so wet."Slowly, he put his finger inside of me. Well, actually, two fingers. My heart began to race as the pleasure increased infinitely. Gripping my blanket with both hands, I started to moan. He exhaled heavily and looked at me, seeing how I was reacting. There's no doubt I was turning him on even more.Suddenly, he took his fingers out of me and remove my panties. Kneeling at the edge of my bed, he pulled me.