Pomog?a mi je zdj?? wraz z rajtuzami. By?a ju? tylko w samych majteczkach. Równie? zdj??em spodnie.Znów zacz?li?my si? ca?owa? a moje d?onie wyczyni...?y cuda z jej cyckami. W ko?cu zsun??em je na jej po?ladki i mocno chwyci?em jej pup?. By?a taka twarda. Mmhmmm...Delikatnie zsun??em jej bialutkie majteczki i zacz??em masowa? nagie po?ladki, jednocze?nie ss?c jej sutki. Ula dygota?a z przyjemno?ci. W ko?cu bez s?owa obróci?a si? i po?o?y?a na mnie odwrotnie. To by? dla mnie szok. Niemal zdar?em z. I must say she was a terrific artist.The topics of her paintings were nature.As she was showing me the artwork I glimpsed the computer at the corner of the room and imagined her masturbating.It really turned me on. As it was getting quite late I decided to leave.I stopped at the door to thank her for dinner. Gita:”This was really nice.We should do this more often”Me:” Sure. I’m always for having dinner with beautiful talented women”Gita:(laughs) you are such a flirt. Days passed and we became. Inflamed against her will, she whimpered and moaned, and her hips writhed slightly. Her hips began to arch upward. Gasping, she clawed her fingernails into her dad's broad shoulders as he aroused her defenseless cunt.Her thigh muscles tensed and clamped against her dad's thighs. Her hips inched upwards again, tensed. Linda felt her cunt-mouth open. She felt the warm silkiness of her own juices trickling through her tight fuck-channel. Her pussy seemed to be alive with a mind of its own,. God, she'd worked herself right up into a sizzling tizzy just remembering and anticipating. This would never do... not even mid-day and a case of the hots. She laughed to herself... as if there was something new about that. All the same, she had no intentions of playing lewd little finger-games with her pussy today. Besides, sometimes the pleasures of hot-pants were more tauntingly exciting than the satisfying of them. No, she'd just slip into a bikini and go out beside the pool for some sun..