He pulled me to him. ‘Give me a hug. And what is your fascination with my mouth on your ass?’ As we embraced his mouth brushed the side of my neck...and I’m sure he could feel me twitch. ‘Damn baby, you smell so good,’ he said. Before I knew it, we were kissing deeply and fully in the mouth. His hands were about my waist as I leaned into him–then I realized what was happening and I abruptly stopped. ‘Hey, hey, hey we need to slow things down a bit.’ ‘It’s okay. We’re friends, friends can kiss. No. Even from twelve feet away, I could see that her legs were something to behold. They were as shapely as either of her daughters' legs, tanned and smooth."Why? Why do you keep them covered?" I asked, unable to take my eyes off her legs.A sound came from deep in her throat, something between a grunt and a hearty laugh. "Why do you keep your legs covered?" Ah, I understand, it's because of the intrigue it creates in the minds of the opposite sex. That's why I wear long pants. Is it the same with. It wasn’t an overly large garden, but there was a good-sized deck with a sheltered built-in barbecue to one side and the garden laid out to lawns and scrub beds, with a greenhouse and shed in the corner. She could see that the garage went back a long way and she mentioned that to Tim.“The garage is double length as well as double width and there’s a fully fitted gym built into the back half of the garage. When there’s time I’ll show you that too.” He hoped above hope that there would be an. As I look in for my prize, I see you got it covered with a light jacket. Feeling salty, my smile fades and I try to maintain a straight face. You catch my disappointment and roll the window down smiling saying, "just k**ding," and move the jacket showing silky smooth legs in a knee length denim skirt. My eyes light up and a fire erupts in your thighs giving you lots of dirty and nasty thoughts, causing you to briefly exhale. Sensing your change in breathing and watching your chest rise and.