”Ken just about jumped out of his pants. He lay down on his back next to Erica, while I sat in the chair at the foot of the bed. His cock was now b...obbing up and down. Erica looked at his him and slowly reached out and lightly touched the tip of his dick. A fiber of pre-cum stretched out between her fingers and his hard-on. She then slowly began to rub the oozing pre-cum around the head of his cock. Next, she made a circle with the tips of all five of her fingers and slid them down over his. ?” her confusion was clear in her voice which was still a little wispy from her orgasm. I moved back to her and slid my hands up her body, relaxing her a little until I reached her nipples, pinching and playing with them for a while as I quietly introduced them. “Eileen, meet Patrick. Patrick, meet Eileen. Eileen, I’m going to share my awesome, sexy man with you.” It was the simple, bald truth, and it did the trick. It was as if I’d turned a key and she relaxed completely. She was still. Her tip toes touching the floor she lay with her cheek against the fabric sacks, bent at the waist. He grasped her hips with his hands, pulling himself into her. He pulled back slowly enjoying the feel of her tight against him before pushing back in. He tried to keep his pace slow but she felt so good that he found himself moving faster, pushing harder, using his grip on her to pull himself even deeper. He could hear her breathing speed up in time with his own. She. She was a prim and proper young lady in every way, and in so being inspired me to be a gentleman at all times. Our casual dress around the apartment was always modest, though comfortable at the same time. She carried on a relentless campaign against wrinkles, and nicely ironed linen and cotton blouses were her regular dress, and, wielding her iron with skill, my dress shirts had never had it so good! Still, I could notice and frequently in the way she dressed the very delightful curves and.