I took that pantie out and smelled her juices and kept it back inside.Raiza: Yes, I can see how much you loved it. (She exclaimed as she kept rubbing ...y dick).The horny Arab milf unzipped my pants and took my dick out still under the blanket. She was feeling the tip and rubbing it with the precum over my hard dick.She had this innocent smile and look on her face while she rubbed and played with my dick under the blanket. Mind you, this was happening when all the lights were on and there were so. Hands down."If we had hands, I would agree with you. Well, I do agree with you, but-"Yeah, yeah. We physically don't have hands. Quit reminding me."Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment that I've ever gotten from you."Oops, I misspoke. What I meant to say was: Go fuck yourself."That's better."So, what are we doing. Then next day i went to her house when no one was there n i asked to put the balm again as i had showed good results she agreed as soon as i told her. I removed my shirt and she started massaging again my penis again had got erected and some fluid had already come out little. Then she again asked me to lower my pants. I had not worn my underwear purposely. Then when i lowered my pant she saw that and she started massagin very erotically which i could not control so after that i purposely pulled. Since our business expanded, Kienan and I didn't work together much, only the big jobs. And it was exactly a big job that threw a curve ball at our sex lives. Kienan and I were in our early twenties when we contracted a pretty large project. It was at a mansion owned by some big shot doctor who was never home, but his wife, Cindy, was always there. She was a smokin' little hottie, probably in her mid-to-late thirties. She had a rockin' little body, pert tits and pretty, short, shoulder length.