It was just like a cliché, but I met Patrick crossing the street and he held my hand in his huge paw like I was a delicate vase and prone to getting ...ccidently dropped on the ground. It was easy after that to cultivate him into a closer acquaintance simply by scraping my knee and crying like a baby looking for its mama. He wrapped those oversized arms around me and I disappeared inside his hug like a tiny insect inside a Venus fly-trap. I didn’t object when he offered to walk me home because. You adjust to face me as well, and now we have our very own little space together. Intimate and safe, like a pillow-fort. The armrest creates a border between us. It seems like a formidable thing to me – a demilitarized zone – but you toy with it; attacking across, and expertly retreating. Making a game of violating my airspace. One hand loosely holding your drink, the other camped on the armrest when it isn’t making forays into my space, to tug at my shirt, or lightly brush the back of my. Sharon had her hands in her secretary's hair, stroking the blonde curls and holding her face close to her breasts. Sharon was arching her hips up against Melissa's thigh, and Sharon knew she was already soaking wet... She had felt very horny earlier that afternoon and had been looking forward to a long session with her vibrator that evening. To have this sexy girl making love to her was a complete bonus, and she hoped it was the start of a regular thing.Melissa could feel that her boss was. His hands was soft and smooth to the touch, unlike my father who has a commanding strong touch, that always made my pussy quiver at the slightest touch, JT’s velvet touch had me wet and wanting. I felt his hard nine inch pleasure tool cascading down my tummy. Spreading my legs wider, JT prepared to enter me. I could barely contain my excitement as I felt his cock head push lightly against my slit. I felt my unfolding pussy lips open, and JT entered me with full force. I screamed with a.