He's my age, and maybe a little younger. He has watery pale blue eyes and sandy blonde hair that he wears in a butch cut. His mustache is also prett... severely trimmed as if he did it with a paper-cutter. He gives the impression of maybe being ex-military, with a soft layer of new fat over old and very hard muscle. Whatever he does for a living, I'm sure he doesn't park his ass behind a desk, like I do. His hands and arms give the impression of a man who works very hard all day.The van's. We were both moaning now and she must have liked the pain because she turned around and said ‘hit me.’ This took me aback, but I could see that she was serious and her imploring eyes were practically begging me to do it. She took my hand, which had been holding her breast, to her ass and I knew what to do. I started slapping it, hard, as I entered her and it built up in speed and intensity until I was worried that I was going to hurt her. However she loved it, her stifled screams weren’t. Stepping out of them, she smiles. Underneath all the warm winter clothes, she was wearing a red laced bra and panties. The see through material showed her pink skin underneath, pulling him in even more. She walks toward him slowly, swaying her hips from side to side and feeling her body, sliding her hands up and down. She watched him as he swallowed deeply. Only a centimetre away from him, she breathe hot air on his neck and chest. She wanted to feel his hands on her naked body. She craved for. * * * * * * * * * Twenty minutes to go. Jess turned slowly in front of the closet mirror, inspecting a body covered by scanty but innocent-looking pink lingerie. Her hair shone as it flowed down her back. My heart raced as I watched every gorgeous curve of her body under the closet light. ‘What do you think?’ she asked. ‘I think you could seduce any man in that, most of all me.’ She smiled and reached for the floor. ‘I have an addition to show you. A surprise.’ She pulled out a shoebox and.