"Do you like these, Honey?" he asked. I let out a low whistle as he dangled them from his hand. "I sure do, they're beautiful!" He smiled knowingly, "...I noticed that you seem to like high heels." I blushed, he had been very observant. He handed me the pack of Virginia Slims and the lighter, "Why don't you have another cigarette and relax while Phyllis and I finish getting dolled up?" He placed a beautiful sparkling clean gold and glass ashtray on the glowing satin comforter next to me. I lit a. They had come for the one thing their loves could not give them... the best sex of their lives. They both had someone else in their lives but tonight they belonged only to each other. The thought that this could be the last time they held each other, the last time they took each other's breath away, the last time they experienced that rush that only they brought to each other only made the moment that much more intense. Their breathing became raspy, quickened... they gasped for breath between. She was a "nice" girl, and shy to a fault, but she was a normal woman with the normal needs and desires of any other normal woman. For years, she had pictured her dream lover, and had long nurtured her fantasies about that person.She was seeing him that night as she struggled with sleep. He was darkly handsome, with dark hair and dark eyes that hinted at mysteries abounding.It was the eyes that held her in her dreams. They were kind, but with an undercurrent of passion lurking just below the. In just a few seconds after that she shot a load of her orgasm on my nose and mouth. And really saying truth it smelt and tasted very good some what like Vanilla chocolate mix strawberry ice cream. Now she opened her eyes and made me close to her face and pressed a hard kiss on my lips. My rod was pressing her belly very hard and sewing her over there. My pant was down the knees and shirt was opened in the all this hotchpotch of sex play. Now I removed completely my both upper cloth and stood.