’ Since I now understand what a lot more words mean with my lightning induced brain, I realized Grace was being called a slut.The next book I read s...hould be a dictionary, one of those big ones. We had one; it was as big as a Thanksgiving turkey. The minute we got home, I took my stuff up to my room, and then came back down and got a little folding table, the kind you use to eat at the TV, which we sometimes did and picked up the heavy dictionary and put it on it. It was just the right height. "No," you say to yourself, "that's no girl, that's a Woman."Flaxen yellow hair cascades down a laughing face that could launch ten thousand ships. White skin of one who doesn't spend too much time outdoors is lightly freckled by the suns golden touch. Her generous bosom (at least 36C by your reckoning) is barely held back, and barely concealed, by a tiny white bikini. The straps gently biting into her supple flesh. Pink nipples lie just visible behind the thin fabric. She is sitting back with. There are no boundaries between us during some special moments, and it feels like tonight will be one of those times. Look into my gaze, my love, and know how much I want you, how much I am thinking of you, as we have ordinary conversation with our mouths while undressing each other with our eyes. Feel my gaze sinking into you. Here is the skirt I will have on tonight, but hopefully not for long. With these heels, look at the way the piece’s cut perfectly frames my ass for you. It’s ok, you can. "I have an internet connection," she said. "I've seen movies before. But I've never played with one." Feel free to play as much as you like," I told her.She complied, and was jacking me off really well. I groaned as she swiped the tip with her tongue. I was getting to the edge quickly, so I warned her that I was going to cum. She got onto her hands and knees near my hip, watching intently as my balls pulled in and I moaned as my cock shot its load.I squirted over my stomach, and a stray pull on.