Now my nipples are hard and erect. Fingers replace lips as they rub both of my nipples between the fingers. I moan. It feels so good. I feel myself ge...ting wet. The hands again trace the outline of my body. Stopping at the hips this time. Gently pushing my legs apart. I open them eagerly. And wait. Minutes pass. Then the hands begin unbuttoning my night shirt, slowly from the bottom towards my breasts. My breathe has quickened. When the last button is unhooked, my shirt is laid opened at the. There was a small puddle of something on the floor beneath her.The woman nodded, and he was as advertised, sizeable and strong.Damn said the girl, I really need it. She hurried out the back door, flimsy top flowing behind her, big breasts bobbling, pussy weeping, saw the boy with the mower and sat on the back steps, knees spread as an invitation and admired his bare and sweating torso as her outer labia fluttered. The kid looked strong, well-muscled, long-legged, hard-assed. She wondered how. Now walking in 5′ heels after a good few vodka’s is not easy, I lit my roll up and headed toward the shop, I managed to finish my ciggie well before I reached the shop, soon after I arrived, tried to compose myself, felt light headed and unsteady. No one was in the shop as I reached the door, the guy working there must have seen me approach as he had came from behind the counter and was walking toward me, he went straight past, locked the door and pulled down the blind. I heard him walk up. She gave him an evil grin, and raised her hand. ‘Come here, lover,’ she whispered as she curled her index finger. ‘I need you,’ she added as she heaved her breasts forward. He didn’t need a second hint at what she wanted. ‘Yes, dear,’ he coyly said as she slid over the bedroom floor. In an instant, he was standing above her, his hands on her naked shoulders. She looked up at him, her brown eyes sparkling as she looked into his eyes, into his soul. ‘I love you,’ she said as she wrapped her arms.