Moments after she has rushed past her peak, she nibbles on a curled finger through a satisfied grin. A rattling song of self-satisfaction hums past he... lips. Her hips settle back down as she catches her breath, her face aglow, red and raw like that meat on my plate.Once more, she giggles softly and says, “Did you enjoy that?”“I did,” I say, nodding eagerly, always smiling, my hand still gripped tight. “You were great. So great. I’ve never wanted a woman so much.”“Do you really mean it?”I spot a. Michelle was in her early forties and in great shape. At one time she was a feature stripper in Florida. She had big breast and a small waist, on a five foot six frame. Mom and dad met her about two years ago when she opened her salon in the area we live. Dad cultivated the relationship once she admitted to finding them attractive. It wasn't long before she was in their bed and our group.Michelle and I had a great friendship. I could ask her anything and she was not ashamed to answer. She told. She flushed the toilet and stepped towards me, reaching out to pull me into a hug.“It just felt right, Babe. To me, you’re just so damn beautiful, and not just on the outside. Yet you don’t see it; you don’t see your own value. It’s like you’re in a cocoon of some sort and that you can’t see the true you through the barrier that you’ve wrapped yourself up into. Yet I do! I see the gorgeous Butterfly that you are,” I told her while hugging her tightly. “What I see, Cindy, is a damaged girl who. Zack leaned back in the seat, surveyed the topless beauty perched on his thighs. She had cherry lips and rosy colored erect nipples. Zack’s groin was getting that familiar tight feeling, constricted by his pants. He moved his lips to her hair shrouded ear. His demand was simple and straight forward, the stern tone expressed his expectation of willing compliance. ‘Suck me.’ Ariel’s expression remained passive but she made an eyebrow lift, a glint of smirk and a modest one-bob nod. Her eyes held.