I regained control of my tongue by the time she turned to face me. She was the Southern Lady I had been told she was. Exceedingly polite, a beautiful ...ilt in her voice, a coy smile, an occasional flip of her head or sweep of her hand to move a wayward strand of hair out of her face. One of the few women I had seen in my life that looked so fantastic without makeup it would make a Revlon executive cry. Once I had finally explained the situation she said: “I like to fall off my tree when I saw ya. They looked perfect to me. She looked prefect to me. I found my desire for her rising as my manhood rose in sympathy with my desire.My hand gently touched her breasts, following the curves, feeling the softness, exploring, coming to know them, to possess them as a lover comes to possess the beloved.Susie stirred. Her eyes opened and saw her lover, her knight. She smiled at me. Then she felt my hand touching her and the electricity of my touch on her breasts, on her nipples, traveled straight to. It was a tall table with a little cupboard underneath, she tugged it open and pulled out her box of tricks and a tube of her favorite lube.Jasmine had tried to resist using the toys, only because they weren’t satisfying enough during these times. Still with a few drops of the clear oil on her hands Jasmine slipped into the rythem, biting back a moan as she ran her fingers over swelling breasts, tugging the nipples and letting them slide across her palm.She put a dab of stimulator on her clit. Her hand stretched out to pull on my pecker. My hand drifted down between those naked legs, landed on smooth soft thigh, and moved upward to her naked nookie. Her soft hair cascaded over my belly, her lips encircled my manhood, her pussy thrilled under my hand. My hand pushed into her cleft, my fingers stroked up inside her pussy, my cock pulsed in her mouth. The van rode on through the streets of Memphis, little red-haired Kara at the wheel. Little bumps and stops added to the friction and.