"Her puppy dog eyes tore away the dampening veils of his earlier thoughts. He reached up to cup her swinging breasts. They reminded him of pendulums; ...hey were perfect teardrops with nipples pointing out directly at the world. Slowly he ran his fingers around her flesh as she started to lift and drop bit by bit upon his cock. He finally relented and traced the side of her rigid nipples with his fingers, which elicited quiet moans from his lover. Softly he squeezed eraser like tips and was. She was wearing a red thong and black high heeled boots. She was wearing black lipstick and black thick rimmed glasses. She is a big girl which I loved.Mistress Millie noticed my ogling and my discomfort. She looked at my giving me a devilish smile and invited me in. Her voice was deep and husky. I wanted to bend her over and fuck her right there but that would not go over well.She told me to sit down on the couch and strip while she went and got the key. I checked out her ass as it swayed back. It was a little hot in the kitchen, even without the oven on. He was getting sweaty too, so he had to take off his shirt.“I gotta take this off now,” Matt said.He took it off, and threw it towards the living room. He got out of his pants, and boxers completely. He picked me up with my stomach to his. He stood right in the middle of the kitchen, and put his cock back into my pussy.“Now this is fun,” I mentioned.“I think so, I like to have fun with you every now and then,” Matt replied.We kissed. . well, you get my point, right? Last week, I thought I finally found someplace quiet to just not be reminded of you – some new juice bar – but as I looked out the window to people-watch, I realized I was sitting across the street from that art gallery; you know the one, where you talked me into buying that GOD AWFUL painting!" Excuse me? I seem to recall that that 'god-awful painting' is sitting in the back seat of your car." Yes, because you made ME buy the god-awful painting; it's my.