I guess it's too late for you," I sighed, looking away and up towards the ceiling. "I'll remember you always after you're gone, but I promise to carr... on and will hold off dating again until... tomorrow, at the earliest." She playfully slapped my shoulder and looked upset."I'm not dead yet!" she complained, playing along. "So if today is all I have left, I better make an impression on you," she insisted, then dropped to her knees and began pulling at my pants. Excited by this playfulness. Daph slid a hand along her Clare’s ribs and cupped her left breast. The areola was distinctly rounded with arousal. The pinky-brown flesh, as well as her nipple, was firm and erect. “Aren’t they something?” Daph asked me, her eyes only briefly looked my way to indicate where her question was directed. She cradled the awesome globes in her small palms barely covering a third of the opulent flesh. “Absolutely!” I concurred. If I could have managed it I would have stroked my throbbing penis as the. She pulled the elastic waist on her skirt over her tummy and slipped it down her legs and off her feet, she was wearing cut off stocking things nearly up to her knees.“Are you sure you want to do this for me” she asked“Yes I’m very happy to be here, any thing to make you happy”She slid her hands up her blouse, pulling and wriggling her panty girdle down and got on to the bed with it. She sat in the middle of the bed with her knees in the air and legs wide apart looking like a little Buddha,. All this was bounded by a heart-shaped face with a strong jaw, straight nose, and a widely smiling, full-lipped mouth that begged to be kissed. As she turned to wave goodbye, I remembered having seen pictures of such women in photo albums kept by my Lithuanian relatives. But it was her body that left me breathless. Though appearing to be in her mid-twenties, her figure was that of an opulent teenager…probably 34C or D-23-36. Her breasts emerged high from her chest, full and succulent. Her.