“Oh, Mike! It’s always so fucking good with you!”She looked down at his gleaming cock, glistening from the juices of her cunt. Impulsively, with...soft moan, Lisa went to her knees in front of him, gobbling his cunt-wet cock into her mouth hungrily. She licked at the viscous juices, sucking strongly on his prick. Come juice, the last of it, oozed into her mouth. Lisa held it on her tongue, savoring the sweetness of it, then she swallowed. She pulled her mouth from his cock, but could not resist a. . not a peck.... but a passionate, loving kiss. At that point, I once again felt that we were all alone -- as if we were in our own living room -- and that was all it took. Auggie laid me down on the sofa .... kissing me and slowly sliding his hand up my dress to feel the heat and wetness he was looking for. We gazed into each others eyes as we kissed and I saw that wonderful look on his face.... the one that he gets when we are about to have hot and passionate sex.I knew in the back of my mind. They cam in unmarked brown boxes, which were right next to my stoop.I squatted down to pick them up. Now any time I squatted, I made sure to use good form: Keeping a slight curve in my lower back, tightening my abs, and using my butt as much as possible. I had been doing them for so long that my jeans started to feel to small sometimes, like today - the back of my jeans slid down just a bit, revealing the top of a black lacy thong, with a red and black checkered pattern over my cock and pulled. Small breasts almost imperceptible at times. Distinct and hard nipples atop those breasts. Images of the healthy and taut and muscular flesh. Of breasts. Of a belly. Of legs. Of an ass. Of shoulders and a neck. Of feet. The flesh of a body, and images of touch and of taste. The dark. Some enjoy sexual exploration more in the dark, afraid to show their flesh in broad daylight. Afraid of judgment , with ripples, wrinkles, scars, discolorations all visible. Some like the dark and the mystery of.