I bite my lips, licked my index finger, pulled my mini skirt up and started playing with myself, as I watch his cock head coming in and out of his for...eskin.I was wet, I started drawing circles around my clit, and occasionally fingering my pussy. He got more excited and started to stroke his cock harder.I got hornier and hornier as I fingered my hot wet pussy, feeling the tightness, the texture, and the increasing temperature of my pussy on my fingers. My brain who normally stops me from taking. I saw the girl weighing my garlic and tomatoes, barely out of her teens herself, plain faced and red-nosed from a cold, but with friendly, humorous eyes. I saw her confident, friendly, warm sensuality, the affection she would give her boyfriends, how uninhibited she would be in bed. I saw a woman in her forties, tall and rangy, with expensive clothes and the fine, aristocratic features of a ramp model. Her face was no longer free of wrinkles, and her eyes were intelligent, kind and warm – the. Once the plate was clear, he told me, "Good girl, now take everythingback in the kitchen, and bring a bottle of water back with you."I stood, my knees stiff after all that time kneeling, and the trayreasserting itself on my nipples, and the corset giving me noassistance in standing. I slowly made my way back to the kitchen andput the plate and utensils in the sink. I grabbed a bottle of water andset that on the tray, and wow! Did that really pull! Damn, I actuallyforgot the tray was attached. . Two days ago, I saw this handsome man in the grocery store. While we were in the checkout line, he asked me over to dinner. Even though I already had a mean, cruel boyfriend, I said yes. I kept getting hotter and hotter thinking about him until I finally got to his motor home. When I did, I came so hard I almost passed out. I came again before I could even get inside. It turned out that this sexy gentleman is also able to cook. At first, I thought he was a drug dealer because of the fancy.