His shorts follow in short order, and your fingers encircle his pulsing shaft.Despite the ache in your pussy, an emptiness that screams to be filled, ...ou manage to go slow. You kiss that delicious eight-inch hunk of meat - hot, open-mouth kisses interspersed with long licks from the base to the head. You swirl your tongue around the head, tasting him - damn, you even like the way he tastes! Your hand toys with his balls while you lick his cock like a candy cane. He groans and his hips thrust. .THIS. . .or could she?As I began to get lost in my thoughts of, what if. . .she then lifted up her hips, while laying her tiny hand over mine, and with a small gesture pushed my fingers past the rolled-up waistband of her shorts. At this point, all time became surreal and I knew I was entering the point of no return, as nothing could have kept me from slipping my hand down the rest of the way between her young smooth legs, and when her thighs opened slightly, I was pressing my fingertip of my. And now, it was happening again. Tamara had been invited once againinto another devious woman?s potential abyss. It was an offer shecould have ignored outright, although the temptations Rosemary offeredthrough her exploitation of the foot fetish the former boy continuedto enjoy certainly factored into the plus-sized secretary?s inevitablesurrender.Although if she had the capacity to resist something she didn?t agreewith, she wouldn?t hesitate to retaliate, as she did with Hank Fryer.But the. My dad worked alot so he was never home and on weekends would be great because I’d be alone with her in the house and watch her clean in her yoga pants which literally showed the complete shape and curve of her ass, sometimes I’d sneak a look while she would shower and that was a lovely scene, you don’t understand I want her badly I want her to be all mine that body should belong to me but alas it did not. So I remember one day me and her went to the beach she was wearing a.