I returned with them on a tray for us and hecomplimented my waitress ability, my walk and rubbed my tush as I bentover.He then did most of the talking...explaining that after his divorce he justdoesn't trust women, yet still has "needs" that need to be satisfied.While I could help him willingly and enjoy certain benefits, he wasn'tabout to take no for an answer, making it pretty clear that my life herecould easily be trashed. My head went down as I began to tear thinkinghow could I have let. Due to my soft lips, his cock started growing in size and losing its looseness. It became hard in fraction of seconds. By seeing this I increase my speed of sucking. My saliva was all over my hands and his dick. And my fingers made it wet. He pushed my head with his hands and I was barely breathe. But at the same time I was enjoying. His moans grew mmhhh ohhhmmm yess baby ummhhh come mri. He then stood up after sometime and made me sat on the main edge roll of sofa. And moved his way to my love. Ik deed de deur open en daar stond je. Mijn heerlijke fuckbuddy, Ik kreeg het gelijk warm en overal kriebels. Je kwam binnen en trok je jas uit, Ik ging op bed zitten en we hadden oogcontact, er waren geen woorden, we praten met onze ogen, en mijn ogen die vroegen erom, en jou ogen wouden het mij geven, hard, diep en lang. Je kwam bij me op bed en streelde mijn lichaam, je kuste mij, ik proefde jou lippen, Ohh wat had ik dit gemist. Ik trok jou kleding uit, Je ging voor mij staan en liet je. Just as I closed out from reading her profile she began chatting.'Hello, Titmilker, ' she typed.'Hi, ' I responded. 'Liked your profile.''Thanks. My husband helped me write it.''That was nice of him. Does he really share your milk?''Yes, but so far it's only been with our son.''I take it you are both looking for just the right man?''We are but haven't found on yet we agree is right. Before I was pregnant we did a lot of swinging but don't want any of those men sharing my milk.'We spent the next.