Where Amber was a feminine, girlie type, Dylan was an athlete who played soccer, volleyball and basketball. And in terms of curves, Amber has really b...g boobs and nice hips and rear, while Dylan's chest (so far as I can tell, not having seen it for years) appears much more flat and firm. Although, I know she has nipples, because I see them standing at attention beneath her t-shirts all the time. Finally, I snapped back to the reality of the moment."How did the camera work?" I asked."Fine," she. I never know what treats are waiting there for me to ponder and enjoy.He also has a head of thick dark hair. I will often come up behind him and run my fingers slowly through his wonderful locks. He believes in using only water, no shampoo, on his hair. The reasoning there is that your own body will supply the oils necessary to make your hair vibrant and rich. It sure seems to work for him. His hair is always so soft and shiny. After my tousles, his hair will gently fall back into place.His. He licked and adored every fold of my cunt. He sucked on my clitoris that was swollen and sticking out. I really needed to get fucked now. “Would you like to have sex? I could fuck you now. You could just sit on the edge of the bed. I'll do everything. “Okay.” We both got up and Mr. Smith sat on the edge of the bed. I knelt in front of him and played with his cock some more. I needed him nice and hard so I could fuck him. Once he was hard, I straddled him. I sat on his lap and eased down on his. She lets out a gasp and starts moving her hips back and forth against my hand. My fingers are pushed between the silky folds of her pussy and feel how hot and wet she is inside. While this is happening, my arm is around her body as my hand is caressing the perfect breasts that sit at attention on her glistening body. The attention to her nipples and pussy brings a low whimper from Stacy’s mouth as she braces herself against the shower wall. As I work my hands across her tits and rub a finger.