In fact she'd been wanting to kiss himfrom the moment she'd first seen him on the train. She wanted to kisshim the way men kiss girls.She put a hand o... the nape of his neck, ran her fingers through his softblond hair, felt the heat there. She stepped forward and swept him up inher arms, giving him a face-full of perfumed lace-covered bosom, saw hismouth open in a soft oh of surrender, and trailed her mouth down hisface, nuzzling his brow, his nose his chin, but not yet his mouth.Freddie didn't. She wanted to go to her place so I can pay her more money and not pay for the motel room.We arrived at her place and when we got in, she started to kiss me. She drove her tongue into my mouth and I was in heaven. I have never been tongue fucked like that in my life. She was aggressive and dominating. After getting me hard, she led me into her bedroom. She had a big wall mirror on her sliding closet door and when she pushed me on her bed I could see that I would be able to watch us fucking.She. Now, in her mind, she could approach him and he couldn't escape her, but could she escape him.Her mind played out the fantasy that had been interrupted earlier: Her toes. Her imagination started out blurry, at first; nothing much showing in it, except that the icy, blue-eyed Joe had approached her, and laid a hand gently on her bared leg. In her blurred imagination, his hand started stroking her calf lightly. She let her imaginary eye focus on that hand. She wanted a sense of it: touch, sight,. Pascal rocked his hips back then thrust them forward again, then repeated several times, getting slightly quicker until he reached a steady rhythm, ploughing Sarah with long powerful strokes. As he got quicker his fingers dug into her hips and I saw her hands grip the edges of the table hard, turning her knuckles white.Suddenly he stopped but didn't pull out of her and Sarah pushed herself up onto her forearms and turned her head to look at him before again looking towards the camera. Pascal.