Her eyes, although as heavily mascaraed as my own, were a work of perfection. And in complete contrast to the weariness in her voice, they shone with ...ntelligence and focus. Someone at Merchant Ivory productions had arranged her raven black hair into an authentically sixties-perm, full-bodied, lustrous and curled at the shoulders. No self-inflicted pinned atrocity for her: it was an extravaganza of authenticity. A string of giant pearls tightly girdled her neck. They glowed like tiny full. I grabbed his hips " enough teasing your gonna fuck me now and your going to fuck me good!" i pulled him in close and his cock slid deep into my soaked pussy with ease as we both moaned he began to push his member in and out of my pussy as he picked up rhythm. i was so horny i was in full slut mode " fuck me like a whore tom" i reached round and gripped his ass and pulled him in deeper and motioned for him to fuck me faster as he then began to piston fuck me i could hear him slamming against. Ross sat back as he watched the small index finger feel the edge and then poke through. It circled a couple of times before being disappearing. He was a little confused… was she having him on… leading him on? He had read that the usual practice of inviting a man to use a gloryhole, was to insert a finger into it and beckon. He slipped his finger through the hole. Claire’s eyes widened and she gave a small gasp on seeing the finger poke through her side of the wall. The finger remained. ) Rach, the woman who introduced me to the life of sexuality until she moved out of our house last year. Now I was eighteen and still in high school. Meeting her at the train station, here she was: a big woman, tall and beautiful with a skirt shorter than women of her age were wearing in those years, tight around this enormous butt that I remembered so intensely. High heels made her strong curvaceous legs look very sexy, a loose white blouse left her shoulders free; there were no bra straps. I.