She finished eating and then relaxed while having a cigarette, when she finished she went back into the kitchen and came back with a glass of water, s...e placed the glass on my upper chest near my neck and said "don't you dare spill it, I need to walk the dogs, be back soon" She left me there, thirsty and hungry and only able to see the water, it was driving me insane I wanted it so badly, but knew there was nothing that I could do to get them other than wait. I found I also couldn't hold my. Clasping a handful I playfully pulled them, and then ran my hands back down her stomach, stopping when I reached the waist band of her jeans. I leant into her, wanting to feel her soft skin on my lips, I kissed her stomach, casually moving further up her body every time I skimmed over her skin with my mouth. As I reached her breast I let my tongue circle her nipple, feeling it get harder and harder under my embrace. I could hear her gentle moaning over the sound of the waves; this was obviously. Her areolas were large for a woman of her age. She was only twenty or so. They were also oval. Her nipples thrust out hard before her. “Those are beautiful tits,”Fahima blushed. “You think so?”“I know so,” I purred. “Now show me that pussy.”Fahima groaned. She stretched out on her back again, her breasts jiggling. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She peeled them off slowly, thrusting her legs up into the air. The cloth slipped off her rump and exposed her shaved twat.. Again being honest, I am as they say average in the endowment department. I don't have a monster cock, though Kate (and girlfriends in the past) never had any reason to complain. Kate's always said it's not what you have, but how you use it. Hopefully she's not just saying that because I'm her husband, though her quite vocal expressions of pleasure whenever we've made love are a pretty fair testament of that fact.Oh and by way of introduction. My name is John.First MeetIt was several days after.