The hard points on her chest were from excitement.He stared at her, and she averted her eyes, looking down."Remove your skirt and your shoes," he said...evenly. His voice revealed neither eagerness nor anxiety nor excitement. It was level and steady.She kicked off her shoes and felt her feet sink into the deep carpet. Reaching behind herself, she lowered the zipper. She looked into his eyes as she pushed the garment over her hips, past her knees and down to her ankles. Then she stepped out of it. He hugged her into his warmth. Her bra covered chest pressed tight against his. She laid back and his hand returned to her tummy. He slipped under her panties rubbing her lower abdomen. He felt her dome. His hand slipped from her panties and she felt a moment of disappointment. His hand was at her bra.She lay still smiling at him with that special smile he so loved. He fumbled with her bra clasp. It was in front; he held it together as it came loose. He lifted one cup and gazed for the first. Her hair waving and her tits bouncing and a perfect Goddess in control type of look. A slave or sub would fall at their knees at the sight of this. I am peeking over the corner trying hard to keep my hands to myself. No, I mean my hands on the wall I am not touching myself, no not touching myself (I’m lying I am sssssooo touching myself in every way possible). It feels like an hour she goes back and forth between one and the other repeating the same intense cycle. Heat sweat building up at one. She hadn't had sex—nor felt a man's touch—in six weeks due to Ken's porn addiction. Lust and desire started to well up inside her. She leaned forward also.Seizing the opportunity, Joe started passionately kissing Melinda, putting his other hand under her long black hari and behind her head. Lust erupted inside Melinda and she responded with her own lips locking with his. Joe's right hand slid up her thigh into her crotch and he started rubbing her clit through her panty. Melinda moaned, and.