."The young man looked up from the old book to reexamine the woman who ran the little bookstore. She was pretty non-descript. Not too young or too old... good-looking without being beautiful, dark hair with a plain face. Probably spent her weeks minding the store and her evenings reading with some cats.He had walked into the store on a whim. It was a tiny space along the main street of the little college town. Dark, cramped, and overflowing with books, nick-knacks, and decoration. It was the sort. Her long sensuous neck, gave her extra height. That was good. I preferred a tall woman. A coffee-with-a-lot-of-cream complexion and high, prominent cheekbones offered clues to her heritage, but her face wasn't round. It was long and slim with a high forehead. The features on her face were perfectly symmetrical.Beautiful!"Clint," Owen Johnson said, interrupting my reverie, "This is my daughter, Dr. Leah Johnson. Leah, this is Mr. Clint Wilson."The bones in her hands felt fragile, like bones in a. I give a little groan of delight, and my cock twitches at the womanly loveliness before me. I grasp my cock hard at the base and slowly draw my hand up my shaft, squeezing tightly all the way. When my hand reaches the head of my cock, it is welcomed by an oozing stream of pre-cum, and I arch my back and moan at the ceiling. I let my slimy juice slip between my hand and my shaft as I stroke myself in slippery happiness, watching as you start to run the tips of your fingers over your nipples. I. ”Jim's excitement was boiling over. Jen was thrashing on the bed underneath him. She had progressed from one orgasm to another and was just converging on her third when Jim's cock sprung from her pussy. He let his seed loose over her upturned bottom and full length of her arched back.Amy was quick to follow its path and before he had finished ejaculating, Amy's mouth was already sucking up some of the spunk that had landed on her friend's back.Amy was unceremoniously parted from her prize when.