Our tongues gently entered each other's mouths as my hand stroked her legs. As we gently sucked each other's tongues my hand worked its way up her leg... heading toward her hemline. Her hand wound up in my lap where she gently rubbed the outline of my swollen cock through my jeans. "This is wrong, you're Jeannie's boyfriend," she informed me as pulled away. "Yeah I know, but I don't care." "So how long have you had this thing for older females?" she questioned as she moved in closer again. Then. In the afternoon she set about applying marzipan to it, something she had never done before. She read the instructions carefully and managed the top of the cake. Doing the sides was not a success. She applied the marzipan with a palette knife and thought she had been successful only to see it peel from the top and roll off the cake. Steven heard squeals of anger and frustration from the kitchen."What's the matter, my sweet?" he asked coming in."The wretched marzipan won't stay on the side of. ” Lauren held back a laugh and gripped the hem of her dress. She sent him one last challenging look then pulled the material over her head and tossed it aside. Her auburn hair draped over one shoulder, her chest lifting and falling with a bracing breath. She’d expected to feel nervous putting herself on display like this for the first time in months, but the way he looked at her, the way his attention lingered on the white lace cradling her breasts and the scrap of pink cotton between her. .." she moaned as she shivered against my hand's rhythm and the pressure of my cock buried deep inside her.I knew I wasn't going to last long in this position, fucking her amazing pussy from behind, feeling my manhood stretch her cunt with every thrust. Elizabeth breaths became more shallow and faltered as little, high pitched moans of ecstasy escaped her lips; she shuddered violently in my arms as I held her tight, then groaned loudly when I wrapped my arms around her and increased the pace of.