Her breasts looked like nice, big handfuls. She usually wore jeans, or capri pants, and either a sweater or loose t-shirt.Today she was wearing a snug...red skirt, a black top with no shoulders, and a pair of black high heel boots up to her knees. Her hair was styled and loose, not in a ponytail, and bright red lipstick highlighted her pretty face. She looked incredible."Hi, thanks for waiting," she said as she came through the door."For you, no problem," I replied, "you look fantastic, what are. Are you willing to try it? If it doesn't work we can put you right back in with two fresh sources from family members."Rob and Horace entered the room during the conversation and were of different minds. Rob was eager to have his new wife cooperate fully with the suggestions Tonto made. He had complete faith in Tonto's judgment and was certain that he had only the family's best interests at heart. Horace, on the other hand, was not so familiar with Tonto and was very concerned for the health. He certainly knew how to get me worked up to a frenzy, exciting me without actually touching any of my erogenous zones directly. He laughed at my predicament again, then told me to drop the pose at the pillar and step across the room. There, between two pillars there was a chair slightly into the main body of the room, and outside the row of pillars facing the chair was a full height mirror. Before I could take it in he told me to remove my riding jacket, boots and jodhpurs. The suddenness. I broke the kiss and fell back into the bed, his hands now cupping my breasts as he explored me with slow thrusts. Kyle was always like this, more interested in enjoying the sex than the orgasm, and it was my favorite attribute about him (second favorite being his cock, of course). I could spend hours tangled up with him, finding new ways to suck, fuck, and touch each other while my orgasm built, and built, until it gushes over me like waterfall and leave me trembling and exhausted.Kyle held me.