From somewhere off in the dark, she heard him ask, "Do you like trip-hop?" in a light, almost boyish tone. She kept peeling clothing from her body - u...zipping her skirt and letting it drift to the floor, bra clasps next, then panties."Should I leave my stockings on?" she asked in a clear voice - no stutter. Her hands refused to fly to her mouth and cover it, even though she wanted to stop herself from complying."That would be nice," he purred in her ear. How had he gotten there without her. I had to basically perform a four-step sequence to inch those jeans over her ass. Pull back-right, pull back-left, pull front-right, pull front-left, and repeat, repeat, repeat. As I was doing this, I asked Kaleigh, “How in God’s name do you get these on and off by yourself?”“Two words, ‘baby’ and ‘oil,’” she chuckled with her eyes still closed.“Is that what saw glistening on your legs when you were stripping for me?”“Ah-ha. Keeps my legs silky smooth and soft, and helps with getting into and. .hmmmmmmm." Our lips touched and our tongues danced. I reached down her pussy and rubbed it. Two fingers were inside and Cynthia sucked them hard. But once my tongue got down there it was all over. "Oh, God, not again", she said, "Oh, shit. Oh, yes. Oh, fuck. Oh, you love that pussy. My pussy taste good. Fucking love it when you eat it. Ooooooooooh!. She was his new woman, and he was her new man, her conqueror and the only man that deserved her body.She spread her legs, and he fell in between them, giving his hard cock a few rubs on her pussy before he sank into her. Both of them groaned, “Ohhhhhhhhh” as he sank his full length into her and finally bottomed out. Then he began kissing her, forcing his tongue into her mouth as her started to thrust into her, over and over again.She began to moan in his mouth, and her hands roamed his hair and.