I laid them out on the bed for her, along with a pair of her knee high boots. I told her that when she came out the bath, she had to wear what was on ...her bed. I sat through the lounge waiting on her coming down the stairs, candles lit, and just a chair from the dining table in the middle of the lounge. A few minutes later, she came in, wearing exactly what I told her, and looked amazing, the top of her stockings showing just under the shirt, and her had just buttoned up the shirt enough to see. I obliged, laying comfortably on the cold leather. She stood at my side and grabbed the waistband of my boxers, pulling them off along with my jeans and placing them on the floor. She knelt on the couch and laid down between my legs, her shins resting on the armrest, feet just visible to me above her head.My hard penis awaited her on my stomach, but she started elsewhere. Her rosy red lips kissed the insides of my thighs, then both of my neatly trimmed jewels. She licked my scrotum, lifting my. Your white exercise top follows the curves of your back and breasts beautifully. Your tight black short pants, very short pants, cup and hug you butt, you tight and perfect butt. Your legs, lean and smooth, slip into your white gym shoes. You glance at yourself in the mirror. You like what you see. You look like an athlete, a hot athlete. Your body feels good, fit, healthy, pumped and alive, really alive. As you consider which weight you want to try you hear a noise and I enter the gym. We. Sportsman that he was, Ralph took advantage of the new slopes. He ran his finger up and down Susan's groove, and he spread his fingers so that he could clamp open both of the flesh hillocks. When he had a good view of her anus, he applied one digit to it. He goosed her hard and fast. "Oooh, God," she moaned, "that's a real skier for you. Wow!" He twirled his finger in her asshole tube, waited for her to say that she'd had enough. But to his surprise and delight, she never stopped him. He.