You unclasp your bra, revealing to me the beauty of your breasts and their glorious shape. The light in the room is soft and peachy pink, its reflecti...n on your skin sends a deep shiver down my spine, I jerk my back unexpectedly. You remove my shirt, exposing my hairy chest, running your fingers through the hair, cooing with passion, with love, our breasts touch.Now I fall to my knees, using my tongue as a vibrator down your chest, licking and penetrating your soft skin as I gently pull your. . that was the word. Ripe, without an ounce of extra flesh... a figure that care and exercise had made the equal if not the envy of the average woman fifteen years younger than Lauralee Blodgett. The petulance and boredom had disappeared from her face and her eyes were clear and sparkling.She pushed through the little gate that led to the prescription department, with a nod and pleasant word to the new assistant pharmacist, and seated herself on Ray's desk... one long tanned leg swinging and. It was always hard from me to bring up the subject. Usually after a few drinks and maybe a Doobie she would be relaxed enough to talk to me about her fucking another guy. One night after a hour of discussion on the subject I managed to get her panties off. Her pussy was soaking wet. I pointed out to her that her pussy was betraying her and allowing me to know how she actually felt. Who is he I asked? Who is who she asked. Who is the guy you are thinking about that got your pussy so wet. She. And Diana was open to him, her gorgeous legs spread; she kept them exactly where he had positioned them. She wanted him, and he was going for it, just like he had imagined months and months before. Or even better.He pushed forward, eager to be inside of her. He could feel the petals of her sex forcibly spreading, struggling to take him in, and Diana winced and groaned, “Huungh!” Her tightness had resisted his first advance, his dick pressing hard on her, then abruptly slipping upward. With his.