Pulling her lips from mine, Dagmar gasped and thrust her hips upward. Quickly my finger traced her pussy lips down, found her opening, then sank insid... her as far and as fast as I could thrust. She cried out loud and gripped my arm with both hands, trying to force my hand into contact with her burning clitoris. Instead, I avoided touching her pearl and thrust my middle finger inside her half-a-dozen times, gently stretching her vagina each time I slowly pulled my finger out. Then I added my. Evidently "jeans" were in fashion only among the younger set. She waved her arm and my robe was gone, replaced with a nice, tight pair of Levis."And on top?" she asked, gesturing at my naked chest."I think we'll just leave it like this," I said. I was as proud of my pecs as I was of my arms. Rambo had nothing on me. Other than functional legs of course.I brought the flychair over and climbed in. Together we proceeded down the corridors. I could tell that something had changed immediately. We. But the more I enthused over the way she looked in them, the more she appeared to enjoy the praise I'd heaped upon her. Slowly her reaction went from sort of embarrassment to satisfaction when I told her how sexy and attractive she looked. It could well be that I inadvertently hoisted the sword of Damocles over our relationship myself.Although she refused to wear them in public, over the following weeks Aileen did buy a couple more pairs of those jeans and for some time afterwards she would. Sonnets seemed to pour out of his chest at any given moment, praising horses and cats and the sky and his empty wine glass.But then one day he decided to become a landscape gardener. He drew the most exquisite baroque garden landscapes and got commissions among the wealthy. They all wished for bushes cut like hearts and fountains of happy spurting dolphins and things like that and Federico went along. He was simply over the moon with joy as the royal court seemed to be within reach. He found.