She responded and we started kissing each other. I bent down, started kissing her cleavage, and at the same time held her ass with my hands, lift her ...nd took her to my room, kissing all over her cleavage at the same time. I put her gently on the bed, and stood up to take my t-shirt off. She was looking at me with a smile on her face, and pulled her pallu to the side, exposing her big boobs covered in her maroon blouse. I jumped on her, and started kissing her on her neck and shoulder, while. .her breasts weren't huge but more like soft mounds that gave her silhouette a womanly shape, for aside from that her body couldn't help but go straight up and down.Tom came over on that Friday night in a stinking rage, he demanded I opened the bottle of wine he thrust into my arms and went to sit on the couch, turning up the music to a ridiculous level as if this somehow allowed him to vent whatever it was that caused such a bad mood. Of course I opened the bottle of wine and brought it. .maybe that’s exactly what I’m looking for. I pull on a pink strappy one piece. It barely covers my tits. Which keep trying to fall out. My tummy is left bare except for two thin criss-cross straps. And the back is a thong. Leaving my ass hanging out. I also pull on a pair of black stockings. I used to hate them, much preferring hose. But that’s one spot where Eddy put his foot down. No pantyhose. Either stockings, socks, or nothing. I have to admit I look like a sexy whore in the mirror. I. The faster strokes were indicative of his male instinct of wanting to pump his seed into a female and the slower strokes were indicative of the pleasure he wanted out of the act of sex. For a woman the pleasure is not in having an orgasm unlike a man, probably because she can have more orgasms than a man, it is in the pleasure of the actual act of sexual intercourse and the eventual receiving of the male seed and the culmination of orgasms of both partners when the man deposits his seed into.