She was certainly not innocent of sexual activity as her family had thought but the thought of this muscular charcoal black man holding her and pressi...ng her hand against his erection was very erotic. Never in her life did she think a black man would excite her. No way. But, oddly she no longer tried to remove her hand. Instead, she became curious and her fingers began to grip the hardness bulging in his pants. The African griped her left shoulder harder.Strangely, Tia was also aroused by the. “Oh, Mister Luigi, you are making poor Maria a very bad girl. I will not be upset if you wish to go deeper into me right there because I need to get it so bad I can almost taste it in my silly mouth.”She held onto her boss’s hand with both of her own and humped his hand frantically like she had just found her true love despite their age differences and the fact he was not the handsome young Prince of her fantasy dreams. At least, he was not ugly like the butcher that delivered meat to her. She applied a light make-up with just lipstick and some color to her cheeks. Her appointment at the Federal building was all business and no cameras. Her cell phone rang just as she got to her car in the underground garage. It was the District Lab. She decided to wait until after the meeting to answer her call. That was a mistake she seldom made when she was not in such a hurry. Sandra hated to be late for any appointment. It was a fetish with her and she gave promptness her first priority.The. Longing for any flavor that might still linger. My free hand has wandered down and is now occupied with the inner folds of my sweet spot. I can feel it building and know it won't take but another moment.I remember you and it's like you're there, the softness of your smile and your scent may be in my head but in this moment it feels real. While my fingers continue to work my clit I picture you in front of me. Even if it's not real I can feel your hands on my hips and the gentle touch on my.