She stirred slightly at his touch, softly murmured, "Oh, Ron!" and stayed obligingly asleep. Her body was the most beautiful thing he had ever touched... warm and smooth and tender, and he reached over her and palmed her large breast and felt the pink nipple respond immediately to the light pressure of his fingers. His lips brushed over her shoulder, her back, and the fragrant round cushions of her buttocks. She was divine, she smelled divine.Pressing ahead, his face close to her bottom, Cleophas. . What shocked me was that she had a stunning little pixie of a brunette that was her shadow and she was introduced as the daughter Tina’s offspring and she was supposed to be sweet sixteen. That meant I was sitting across from no less than three generations of Brown females. There was Mrs. Brown supposed to be forty-nine, her daughter Tina in her early thirties and the granddaughter at age sixteen. The granddaughter’s name was Honey and she was named well because she was about as sweet as any. She was about 5.6, with very full breasts on a slim figure, accentuated by long legs and very high heels. She also wore a lot of eye make-up and had almost white blonde hair, so all in all she was a spectacular figure and I was very attracted to her. We danced for a while and it didn't take me long to realise that she didn't want to waste any more time on the dancefloor and that she had more interesting activities in mind.We'd hardly got back to my flat before she dropped to her knees, unzipped.
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