It was a Detroit Tigers uniform shirt that I recognized immediately. It was mine. I had been marking my place in the book, preparing to put it aside, ...ut stopped at the realization. "You're wearing my shirt." Yeah." She did a little turn on the balls of her feet. "You like the way it looks on me?" It's too big for you. Why are you wearing my shirt?" I came to my feet beside the bed."I only have three shirts which I use for sleeping in. It's been over a week since mama last did laundry. They all. Kelly pushed me back, a wicked grin on her face. She looked down at the tent that had now formed in my trousers and said, "Did I do that?" I, er, I should probably go," I stammered. "This isn't right. You're an intern and I'm too old to be doing this with you." Nonsense," laughed Kelly. "No-one needs know anything about this anyway." And with that she reached out and grabbed my bulge through my trousers and pulled me to the bed, never letting go.She turned around and unzipped her dress. I was. I know you are, but I can’t form the words to tell you that I can feel the bruises forming anyway, so I just pull you in, closer and closer, touching first at our chests, then lips, locked once more and the fire… Its everywhere and my eyes are so heavy, but I force them open. I need to see you. I need to see your dark olive skin against my palms and my pale fingers wrapped in your thick dark hair. I need this memory of the way your dark eyes look into mine. So I force them open, I make myself. Проходит несколько минут, прежде чем ты приходишь в себя от переполняющих тебя ощущений. Отдышавшись, ты снова начинаешь играть с моим членом, сжимая его внутри. Я чувствую как ты как бы говоришь мне, как тебе приятно и как твоя киска хочет и ждет, чтобы ее наполнили. Я отвечаю, как я люблю и хочу тебя, как наслаждаюсь тобой. Я увеличиваю скорость и интенсивность движений, и через десять сладостных секунд выстреливаю в тебя поток спермы. Утомленные и счастливые, мы лежим в постели. Ты думаешь,.