'Randee's eyes became glazed with desire as she felt nature take its course. Her hand had managed to dam the inevitable until my spunk surged into her...mouth. She pumped, squeezed and sucked the hot, salty load until it spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto my balls and her tits. I called her name over and over as i came again and again, opening my eyes towards the end to see her throat working as she swallowed all that she could.la petite mort the French call it: the little. These women were happy for Ron to play escort for these women. He would quite often spend the night after an evening out. Ron's signature moves were;Play the gentlemen while out with the lady, usually the lady would start rubbing his legs in soft movements she would peck him on the cheek then kiss him while she was still playing with his legs. All the time he was getting firm and she could feel it through his pants. They would arrive home where he played the gentlemen helping her out of the car. My descent into self-pity was halted by the phone. It was Jenny. ‘Are you ready for me?’ she asked and I realised that time had passed and it was late. ‘Yes,’ I said, though my voice betrayed me. ‘I’ll be there in minutes.’ She was. She enfolded me in her arms and I broke down again, so she took me to bed and I fell asleep being comforted by her warm breasts and stroking hands. We spent the weekend alone, together. I had half expected Greta to come back but there was no contact from her. I. He realized his little baby girl had grown into an esquisite young women. Her angelic face, full lips, shoulder length golden hair, petite frame with curves in the right places. Her mother Caren was very well endowed with D cup breasts. Emily was very lucky, being the only one in her middle school to have C cup breasts. Not only did all the boys at school lust over her, but the older men in her neighbborhood did aswell. She was simply a sex kitten in all aspects of the statement. Emily carried.