.I quickened my pace but ears all a-listening...As I got to the clearing..he was standing there...waiting..looking at me...no words spoken..just this ...heeky grin on his rugged face...The day was warm...sun beating down...and this..this man blocking my path..I smiled to myself as all I then thought about was the woodcutter in the fairy tale "Little Red Riding Hood"..He mistook that smile for something else...as he moved toward me and grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back he gave. It felt so damn good she had needed this all day. She moaned again but louder this time. She knew she had to keep quiet or people would hear her but she was beyond caring. She needed release and she would scream the house down if she had to, to get it. She could feel the orgasm building and could feel her juices running down between her ass. Needing to feel something fill her to push her over the edge she stopped playing with her tits and licked the fingers of her left hand. She probably needed. .while she was doing this, I was pulling, tugging and twisting her pussy lips that were hanging down in front of me. Wanda climbed up onto the ledge of the tub, wiped the pipe clean started to warm up the pipe while she spread her legs open for me...as she hit the pipe I slid two fingers into her hole, quickly adding a third finger and a fourth, She kept the flame to the pipe, rolling it back and forth...I then started to work all my fingers inside her swollen pussy...I pushed a bit and got my. One day while we were traveling in the lift, she asked me what I was doing; I replied that I had nothing planned. She caught her delectable lower lip between her teeth and swung her hair away from her face. “I was wondering if you might like to come over to my place for dinner and we can catch a few movies together. I couldn’t believe my ears, or my luck, and I stared at her for a moment without responding. Mumtaz shrugged and shifted. “I mean, you seem to be looking at me a lot, and I figured.