I just couldn't handle it anymore." Grace as they backed out of the drive way. Matty smiled, "I was actually happy when you finally told her we were l...aving. The look on her face was priceless. It was like she had no idea you would say that to her!" "I wouldn't have." Silence fell between them. They drove along listening faint sound of the car radio. "Matty, I meant to ask you this the other day but what do you do?" Grace looked over at him and noticed his face grew concerned. "I mean, you. ." he said laughing. I hesitated briefly before dropping to my knees. I stared at his pulsating cock and heavy balls. I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue out... licking just the tip of his hot head. He moaned as I worked my way down to his balls. Licking and kissing him I wrapped a hand around his strong shaft. "Oh, you're sooo big..." I moaned, taking him into my mouth. He wrapped his hands around the back of my head and slowly pumped into my mouth. "Suck my cock... suck my cock honey... be a. Countless times I had brought myself to an orgasm with them. As I made my way toward my on-suite bathroom I peeled off my hot pink bra to expose my tanned (love a pool in the backyard) b cup breasts with perky or should I say rock hard nipples. I leaned into the shower cubicle or more a room, and turned on the water. As I waited for the water to heat up, I lent over and slid my bright orange and blue hipsters down my long tanned legs, exposing my also rather tanned slit, shaved completely bald. Compliments seemed worth another try.“Charlotte, you’re so pretty.” I had an inspiration, “You remind me of Cyd Charisse.” That was a bit of an exaggeration but not completely implausible.She did smile at that. “I thought I reminded you of Louise Brooks. So which movie are you thinking of?”Good; I had a Charisse fan. Fortunately, I also had a response, “I liked that green dress with the green shoes she had on in Singing in the Rain.”“Oh, yes, she was practically banging Gene Kelly right on the.