.when I finish my session, I feel a strong urge for sex... I finishmyself off." So you are trying to tell me that you get turned on so much by dressin...that you masturbate at the end? That those blonde hairs are yours? Andthe lipstick too? You sick pig." Yes..." I muttered with downcast eyes. Her voice was lower. May be thiswas working"Well, you can stay in this bed with your hair and lipstick. I amsleeping in the guest room tonight. I have a lot to think about." Sheslammed the door behind her.. His arm bent to support her head and the other handwent to gently stroke her hair as she continued to suck him.She finally stopped and he moaned in disappointment. She chuckledagain, now realizing what she possessed. ?I get it now, you don?t wantmy tits, you WANT my tits. That?s it isn?t it??Again his head went down in shame. Finally steeling himself he decidedto confess all to this woman who just discerned his darkest secrets.?Yes, but I would also love to suckle your breasts, too.??Go. She grasped the hem of her gown and without ceremony pulled it over her head and off.Darryl gasped; her figure was classical perfection in a rich tan complexion. Her breasts were perfect half globes barely concealed by a very sheer white camisole. Otherwise she wore only sheer white panties and white knee highs. The contrast between her black hair and the white lingerie over the flawless dusky skin made her almost unbearably beautiful to Darryl.Separated by only two layers of very thin cloth,. My hand lay on his stomach, and I could feel how warm his skin was and how his body vibrated with need. He had been so good to me, making me feel things I’ve never felt before and he hadn’t tried for more. I wanted him; I wanted to show him that I appreciated what he did for me, and I wanted to feel him inside me.With that thought settled, I moved slowly, climbing on him, so I was sitting on his still hard cock. My cunny was still so sensitive I closed my eyes at the feeling. Opening them I saw.