If someone had asked him if she was attractive, he’d have just commented on her smile, totally over looking her generous chest or modest waist. All ...e could see was the shimmer of lip gloss. It wasn’t that was his thing. He just fixated on it before the rest of it caught up. Finally he looked back out the window before he caught her eye staring. But if had a chance to be alone with her… That lip gloss had to be smooth right? It’s so shiny, only smooth material gives that kind of sheen, like. As they stood in the dark kissing she noticed that she was once again flooding herself but she no longer cared. She wanted his kisses, she wanted him to take her, to possess her, to own her. She sank deeper into his embrace and let out a quiet but animalistic moan. A moan that could not be mistaken for anything other than what it was, a moan of desire, of willingness, of submission.Sensing her surrender he took her hand down to the cock growing harder in his pants and began rubbing her hand. We have two sons, Andy was thirteen when this began and Jeff was two years younger.Now, you need to know about me.I was raised in Nebraska, on a farm, by parents who were deeply religious. I mean very fundamentalist and extremely conservative. We were twice-a-week churchgoers and read the Bible every night and every morning.When I went away to college to become a teacher, I met my future husband, Steve.I'd had two dates when I met him and never had a boy ever try anything, nothing, not even a. Her red hair was cropped short, and she had soft green eyes that looked through the slits of her half-mask. She made no attempt to push her generous-sized breasts back into the costume. Instead she sat with her legs apart and the short skirt hiked up to her waist. “I’m Linda,” she said, removing a glass from the drink tray. “I’m horny and ready for anything.” She downed the drink in one swallowed, sitting the empty glass on the table, and then drawing her arms around Steven’s neck, while.