She and I sat in overstuffed chairs, and it all seemed very comfortable.After some minor chit-chat, she asked me to explain, in a simple sentence, wha... my problem is. I told her that my sleep was interrupted by sexual dreams about my sister's ex, father, and friends. She asked, "Are all your dreams sexual?"When I said yes, she wrote that in her little book. She crossed her legs but caught me looking at her legs. There was nothing to see with that long, full skirt. I leaned back and did the. Then in I go with a kiss, A soft and tender lick with the tip of my tongue, followed by meaningful tastes of her pussy kissing and gliding inside her.She takes a deep breath, and with a sigh I help her sink further into our bed.Soft and slow I go to work, on all her different areas, she's getting more relaxed and extremely wet, I can taste her sweetness.Its making me harder the more she moans, I work her body with my hands tenderly on times but occasionally grabbing her breasts or ribs, and. “What is there to talk about Mac?” she spun to face him and flailed her arms.“Baby, come on, you’re never like this after a job.”“We’ve never been shot at on a job.”“Right, shot at not actually shot.”“Because you shot that guard.”Silence filled the worn room. Mac stepped forward, but Ginger raised her hand outwards and he paused.“Look, Ginger-”“Don’t Mac. Just don’t,” she said with a swivel and folded arms; her braided pony-tail swung around and brushed her leather-clad ass in a pendulum. That’s it!I put my hands in between her blond hair just loving the way she was sucking on me. She turned her body sideways and was moving her mouth the way my cock curved. She moved her hands to my balls and just stared rubbing. From that angle I got a perfect view of her breathes they were the perfect shape not to big but it was amazing she was bending above my dick but her boobs were still not sagging. She moved straight in front of me again and was just going at my dick just faster and when.