Finally you roll off me and ask me to let you catch your breath. I trace your body lightly with my fingers and feel you shiver.As your breathing slows...I ask you to sit on my cock so that I can look at your body riding me. I can touch your boobs and pussy this way. You sit down on me a slowly start moving. I love looking at you.You are riding me and I notice you look to the side of the room. Pascale is sitting there drinking a glass of wine watching, for how long I do not know. She has a smile. He straightened, urgent now, and slipped her warm-ups and panties off in one motion. She lay there on the green cushion in nothing but her blouse and socks, the blouse framing the swell of her breasts, as she lay there open for him, her eyes watching him, slitted gray, clouded with emotion, a smile touched her lips as she watched him remove his clothing. He loved the way her breasts rose and fell as her breathing quickened, proof to him of her quickening desire. Seeing her there like that he. The journey from my office earlier in the evening to the station, knowing I was carrying these items, had built up to quite an uncontrollable desire. I fumbled again and brought out a pair of lace top stocking, and panties and dressed myself further. It felt so nice with the silky fabrics sliding against each other and my tingling flesh. It was warmer, too, than the single sheet and thin blanket. I switched on my laptop and brought up some of the saved erotic stories I keep in a locked. Sexually and sensually she was irresistible. I gently pulled her to me and started kissing her breasts and playing with her nipples like the good old days. She turned her back to me so that her butts were nicely fitting in my groin. I kept on playing with her breasts and kissing her neck and cheeks. She was letting out mild groans of pleasure and grinding her butts against my groin. I could feel blood rush into my penis once again. This time I wanted her from the back. As if on cue she.