There was little need for it though: her freckles speckled her face just enough to give the illusion of a touch of makeup. And her lips were naturally...a little red. Her tight leather pants were covering long johns, and were tucked into her calf high boots with just a little bit of heel to give her an extra inch. Of course her butt got pushed out just the right amount. She wasn’t going out for fun and great times with friends, but she couldn’t help but try to look damn good doing it.The. Her arms held my back, as her hips humped in horny abandon. She grew increasingly verbal, moaning and saying "Yes!" And lots of "OohH's... Uh-ahh-woo-eeh!" Her lips sought mine and while we worked on the wild wiggling of wanking we communicated our love as we kissed, though the undulations impaired our osculations. Her body began to perspire and made her whole skin slippery and extra sensual and especially sexy.Then our panting and grunting and moans and shouts and squeals reached crescendo. I. She hadn’t asked, and that was that. But those passports, … Josh had told her that until a little after 9/11, Americans and Canadians had shared the longest undefended border in the world and that both could pass fairly freely back and forth without much fuss, but that now they needed passports. That made her a little sad somehow as she picked up the thin booklets and in another few minutes, she knew where he had been. She saw the dates, and guessed at the visits to the United States to visit. " Aisling commented. "She's going onquite a diet." And she needs it," agreed the hairdresser. Insulted, I lookedaway. "Except in certain areas. Those are not impressive."She was staring at my chest. I have never had much flesh there,and it was obvious that the intent was for the corset to pushwhat there was into two breast-like mounds. Looking down,however, it was apparent that this had not been successful. Therewas a hint of shape there, but only a hint. Perversely, I felt alittle.