I don’t think I could have coped with her being depressed for weeks. Or months.” She paused and looked down at the floor. When she looked up again... there was uncertainty in her eyes. “About the boyfriend thing, I ... I hope you don’t mind, it’s just that ... I mean, you know I’ve never had a boyfriend, right, and we are going out again next week and I know I said it was nothing serious or anything but—”To her great credit, she recovered quickly from the surprise of my kissing her. Her hands. She had a perfect figure, beautiful full lips, deep brown eyes, huge D cups, a nice round ass, and she know just how to torture me with it. At first I didn't think much of what she was doing. But after a while I noticed how often she would bend down in front of me, giving me a nice view of her chest. She would swing her hips just enough to drive me crazy, so I couldn't keep my eyes off her magnificent ass as she walked. But then one day I called her on it. She knew I had a foot fetish, so one. How do you interpret it? I tell you all about it over and over but you somehow manage to shrug it off every time. Yet my eyes barely close and I smell your luscious female heat as my mind pictures your dark weeping cave. Sometimes it’s very hairy with your natural juices making the thick dark pad of hair all moist and sticky and tantalizingly fragrant. Other times, even before you told me you began shaving down there last year, it’s been smooth, naked and bare, a beckoning set of thick, pink. Waiting for a minute until she had become used to the feeling, I withdrew from her and reached for the oil bottle and anointed my cock prior to re-inserting it into her bottom. I didn't have any condoms as I hadn't needed one for years, but I wasn't going to deny myself or Gemma the pleasure of what I was about to do to her. Promising myself that I would not be caught out again ,I pressed, and this time she had around three inches of my erection inside her.I had to go very slowly as I most.