The phone rang again. “Hello?” “Hi. This is James…” * Sherri looked in the mirror and put the lipstick to her lips. She wanted her lip... to be bright red. She wanted her eyes to be accented with mascara, and a little bit of blush on her cheeks. She slipped on a pair of stylish lacy-top hose, a thong, and a camisole not unlike those displayed in Vogue. Lastly, she put on a short miniskirt and a top that accentuated her 34DD’s. She slipped into a pair of red patent leather pumps with. She started to gasp and breathe heavily and her hands grabbed hold of the duvet and I knew she wasn't far off so I slipped my cock into her and began rubbing her clitoris with my thumb. She gasped several more times and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock just before she arched her back and cried out as she came. I could feel her pussy twitching as she shook.When she relaxed I leant forward on my arms and began to pump my cock in and out of her, her pussy was so sensitive she gasped and. "May I help you, miss?She looked up, and then continued her pillage of our sweaters."Are you looking for something in particular?" I asked again, not relishing the thought of putting all these back in order.She stopped, her hand grasping another sweater, and poised as though ready to continue at a moment's notice. She looked at me, and then at the sweaters."They're all black," she said flatly."Yes," I answered, picking the closest one up and folding it back, as it should have been.She tossed. She was a darker, attractive, muscular female with long, curly, jet-black hair. She said I was very attractive and that she did not expect me to look younger than my age. We talked about our relationships and how they ended, then decided to meet again in private. We said goodbye and she pulled me in for a deep kiss. We meet at my place and i was as if we had known each other for years. We made out and moved to my bedroom, leaving clothes on the floor throughout the house. She waned to start by.