With renewed vigor, the gypsy began to rock back and forth in the vagabond’s lap. She put her arms around his neck as he put his arms around the sma...l of her back and began to suckle her breasts. The gypsy tried to bite her lip to keep from crying out, but it was no use. They both grunted and panted in the midst of their fevered shouts. This was not passion. This was lust. And they both wanted nothing more than to satisfy their basest carnal urges. Each time the gypsy came and the vagabond did. My husband had a big meeting downtown, so I held back to going to the office, I had a deep longing in my loins, an ache in the pit of my stomach, all I thought about was his penis, I had to have it, I anted him so bad it hurt and it affected me in the way I dressed, I left my panties off, mainly for expediency, I wanted him to take me as quickly as he could get it up and out.I put on my soft green knitwear top, and no brassiere, I had firm breasts, and I knew that if he saw them jiggle slightly. .. She listened... ... and the sound began to come clearer.Warmth????Where did this beautiful warm air come from? “Oh, I’m warm. Finally I’m warm!” she said to no one. “God! I am warm! I feel it, God! I do!I’m WARM.”Corrine noticed that even her tears felt warm... “What tears?” ... and then she heard it more clearly.That sound... ... the one she sought and couldn’t quite identify.It was laughter. She heard her own voice joining the laughter with indescribable joy. The warmth that suffused her. If she was excited enough, she might not act shocked and refuse to fuck with him when she saw the whopping big hardon hidden in his pants."Sure," Brandy smiled. "Do you want me to undress right here?"Buck nodded eagerly. He'd never seen a woman as sexy as Brandy before and he could hardly wait for her to reveal her lush, naked charm. Even if she did refuse to fuck with him later, at least he'd have the strip to remember."Mmmmmm... you're just the kind of man that turns me on," Brandy sighed,.