Our tongues entwined rubbing against each other...I cant...I cant stop... I should... but I can't my legs are trembling just with the thought of him. ...t's no longer my hands moving...my whole body is moving towards my fingers... I want it to be him. I dont dare to open my eyes. I dont want his image to disappear. When suddenly I hear a knock on the door, and without waiting for the answer he enters the room. Luckily enough, by that time, my hands are out, and although I am still short of breath. Sam's tongue didn't stab into her like a faux penis or lap at her like a dog. It was a precise instrument, unfolding multiple layers of sensuality.Her hands roamed the younger woman's lithe body. Though Paula would admit to no imperfections in herself, she did admire the taut muscles in Sam's thighs, the sinuous curves of her back. And, especially, that ass -- round and almost plump, so in contrast to what she thought of as her own trim rump. It was a delight to squeeze and feel the ripe flesh. ” I thought about it very hard for a minute and finally replied, “Other than you showing up, no there hasn’t been anything weird.” She looked confused, “Me showing up is weird? How is that, may I ask?” I laughed, “Look at yourself, you are way too beautiful to be from anywhere other than a runway or a high class fashion magazine.” All of a sudden her confusion changed and her face became light and happy again. Before I could think not to, I leaned in and kissed her right there in the middle of. He let his hand wander, trailing lighttouches from the inside of her knee over her smooth stocking and her tautgarter to the softness of skin he couldn?t see. The occasional spasm of musclescontinued; he decided it was a sexual response. She shifted her body down in the seat and spread her legs.She spoke rarely, and slowly, and when his hand neared her sex, she shifted herbody toward his touch. She moaned softly with almost every stroke and pushed herselfto his fingers. He turned his head and.