I thought he would finger-fuck me but he didn't and as usual he left me unfinished feeling very horny.The next morning he was back again playing a goo... son. But my feeling for him started changing as I started visualising him fucking me. The idea of my own son hitting on me took my feelings of perversity to a new height and made me anxious to what will happen next. The more I think about it the more I enjoyed it rather loathing it.Since I am sure that Arun will come onto me that night too, I. I touched her cheeks & slowly moved my hands down to her neck. She pulled my face towards her & placed her lips over mine. We French kissed & sucked each other’s lips for about 2 minutes & she pulled back and shook her hair. Here she said, please stop, we can’t do this. This is wrong. I just left her and took a step back. She looked into my eyes kya hua. I was like tum kaho kya hua. She said I am nervous are we moving too fast this is not right. I just looked into her eyes…” stop it if u don’t. I had a nice shower and dried my hair and body. I tidied up my makeup a bit and then gently slid back under the covers and spooned against my black lover; pressing my swollen and aching nipples against his hard back. The move had the desired effect, because Jerome rolled over, grabbed me by my boobs and we both rolled and he pulled me into a spooning position. Sighing contentedly, Jerome drifted back into slumber again very quickly.A while later I was awakened by the hard knob of Jerome’s cock. ’ I turned and was ready to tell this girl that anyone who could not be on time was not someone I wanted to partner with when I saw her and my brain came to a complete stop. Trying to describe Bethany Ann Fisher is like trying to paint a picture without colors. I can start with the basics. She has long blond hair that usually falls to her waist, unless she had put it up to clean. Her blue eyes seemed deeper than the sea and her perfect lips have a touch of rose to them even without lipstick..