The silk of her blouse encases the beauty and promise of soft warm flesh. Her breath quickens at my touch and I feel her nipples harden under my hands... My hands move up and smooth some stray hairs from her exquisite face. She looks into my eyes and I see my passion reflected there; that same desire to caress and hold. I kiss her. She responds with enthusiasm and our tongues touch twining around each other in mutual exploration. She gently pushes me away. Have I gone too far? Doubt returns for a. Luckily I was young enough to have a hair free body and was the same dress and shoe size as my mum. So I picked out a dress theat finished half way up my thighs but covering my stocking tops and a gorgeous pair of black 4" high suede pumps. It's morning and I was planning to spend the whole day dressed up as Annie. I started by painting my fingers and toes in slut red nail polish and then I slowly got dressed feeling so horny as I pulled on the stockings and placed my painted stocking toes in. I'll let you know tomorrow."I left Barb sitting at the table crying while I spent the rest of the evening moving all my belongings out of the master bedroom. The following evening Barb cooked a beef stroganoff — my favourite, especially the way Barb cooked it. Once again she barely touched hers, just pushed it around the plate. When I'd finished eating, she sat there looking at me until curiosity got the better of her."Well, have you made your mind up?" Yes, Barb, I have." Well don't keep me in. It won't fit.." But he wasn't listening And Sara didn't fight back. She wanted his huge cock inside of her. There was no time for condoms or foreplay, deep down she had wanted this for the whole week. and no she was finally getting it. This stranger enormous cock moved closer and closer... "Fuck me, please" Sara begged, "I want you..." He didn't need any encouragements. The tip of his dick hit her wet and freshly shave pussy. Sara was hoping he liked the little landing strip she had left just.