When I decided to leave, I saw a lady, who was about 35 or 36 years old with straight long, black hair, tanned and slim. Her boobs were so big, perhap... 36D? I was not sure, all I knew for certain was that they were huge. She wore a pair of white tight trousers and a black shirt. The lace edge of her bra escaped from the collar of her shirt. She was walking in front of me. I stared at her butt, she had a very firm, sexy ass and her black thong was showing through her white trousers. That turned. .I blow softly on them, causing them only to harden more. Giving each nipple a few more pinches, I slide my hands back down my stomach..teasing myself around the waistband of my shorts with my fingernails. I push down my shorts as far as I can, and I kick them the rest of the way off..left only in a lacy black thong and my t-shirt pushed up above my breasts. I let my right hand slide down between my legs, my index and middle fingers rubbing over my panty clad slit, feeling my wetness soak. I have to be with him now. I leap to the tabletop. Instinctively he covers himself. I whisper, “You cannot hide yourself from me, my Warner. I claim you as my own.” I take his hands in mine, pull them to my backside. Our cogs meet. I release his hands; they remain upon my buttocks. I wrap my arms around him and we flick our strong stems together. I ease away. “You will now let me kiss you.” He nods, hesitantly. I first kiss his nose; then gently, his lips. “Kiss me back, Warner.” He is. The more I struggle to right myself the more I slide. I howl aloud as I feel her teeth sink into the tender flesh of my breast. I give up on trying to pin her and roll off to the side. Grabbing my offended tit, I lay back and glare at her while she succeeds in getting to her knees.Grinning, Trixy simply shrugs. With a lighting fast move, I clasp my legs around her neck. A quick twist sends her sprawling back into the red mess. Our nude bodies roll and glide over one another. Neither of us makes.