Suddenly, again in the present time, I could only wonder: how could it be that a woman whose body was covered by a dress that exposed so little flesh ...�� the top of her full bosom, her neck, her throat, her hands, her wrists — could seem so much more erotic than the virtually nude posturing of the slatterns who constitute what passes for modern eroticism?Knowing there was no rational answer to my question, my mind retreated again to the past.I smiled at her. First because her beauty was naturally. After the first few nights she even bought a pair of binoculars so she could get an even better view. She’d gotten to know his body – the little scar on his right shoulder, the dimples in his ass, the colic in the back of his hair – and his habits – how he brushed his teeth, how he took off his pants, and that he masturbated at every second or third day. She’d come home tonight, after this month’s compulsory dinner meeting, drained but anxious. Tonight’s meeting had been a rather boring one. Oh, God, I love how you have such a great sense of humor! I love how you fuck me! I love how you kiss me! I love that you don’t think of me as too old to be sexy!” Christina laughed and smiled as she felt her boyfriend ease into her snatch in the shower.“Are you kidding, honey? You’re a fucking MILF and you know it! Sorry, I guess that I’m so enjoying the freedom to cuss at last that I might have gone overboard with it,” Abel reacted as Christina moved to let him slip out, thinking that he had. Meanwhile, suresh had a good view as he sat behind tika, who was on her hands and knees while paying erotic homage to peter’s cock. Suresh had his own shaft in one hand and was busy pumping away, watching tika’s sweet ass jiggle about as she continued forth with the blowjob. Suresh thought that little ass of tika’s could use a good, hard fucking, too…Tika focused her eyes upon peter’s face as she started to bob her head up-and-down over his throbbing cock. Gripping the base of his shaft with.