As he did his lips started sucking my lips. I had never been kissed so passionately before. I started to like it. But it didn’t last, he got up a mo...ent and flipped me over onto my stomach. He lifted me with little effort. I felt like a little doll or something. Then he climbed back on and put his left hand over my mouth (still wearing the Leather gloves) I breathed into his hand and when I inhaled back all I could smell was Leather. Not with my mouth covered so I couldn’t scream he to his. Lexi turned and leaned back against the counter, watching as I approached. Neither of us had forgotten how intense and fulfilling our love making had been three months ago. Even before I got to her, her head tilted backwards and her mouth opened to receive my kiss. I took her beautiful face in both hands and shoved my tongue between her parted lips as she moaned and gasped. It had been three very long months. Months void of passion and unfulfilled carnal cravings. My cock pushed into her tummy. We were housebound for fifteen days with my Grandma Jean (1910-1995) and she was driving us nuts. She was a typically sweet little old lady but she was a born again Christian and that was all she wanted to discuss. Now I’m a Christian too, but once in a while a different topic is a good thing. Mom and my younger brother Jim would venture on foot to the store pulling a sled behind them to carry the groceries. Dad and I stayed home and shoveled snow away from the windows, doors and the firewood. Her hair is blonde and neat, sophisticated. She’s seated on a table in black see through lingerie with black panties and black stockings. I imagine the feel of the flesh of her thighs against my hand as I unclip her stockings and peel them down her legs. The camera is pointed between her legs at the black satin covering her cunt mound. I wonder what it would feel like to touch a woman’s mound through thin tight black satin, then slide my hand down inside her panties and feel the cunt hair and.