Three weeks later, when they returned home, KB brought home a simple brown box with my name on it and, in bold black letters “Happy Birthday.” She... had gone to a few different yard sales while out of town, and found just the right things to bring home with her. Inside of the box was another box with a lighthouse lamp inside, and some small sticks to use as kindling. I had only told her that my favorite things were lighthouses, she assumed correctly that I loved to sit around a good campfire and. That got me thinking about beauty and how we judge. When a woman is approached from the front, there are a number of features where taste in beauty differs. Some like a pussy shaved bare, some like a little hair tastefully arranged, some like a lot of hair in a natural bush, and some like it bare unless the lady is a natural redhead, where hair is a requirement. Breasts, mouth and lips, cheekbones, pussy features, these are all points where tastes differ.But bottoms are different, the standards. She is stroking my cock and slowly kissing up and down the shaft. First just kissing the head, then her lips slowly start slipping down my cock. Taking as much as she could she slowly slide her lips up and down again.As she starts picking up a rhythm, I can hear and feel her moaning around my cock. I'm not sure why she was so nervous she quickly was working over half my cock in her mouth and was giving me one hell of a blow job. Her moaning got louder as she got more aggressive with sucking my. It’s time to change positions so I flip her over so I can play with her tits. I pull her partly off the bed, and raise her legs so her feet are leaning against my shoulders. This makes her pussy even tighter, and the view of tits bouncing back and forth is sensational. I can see her undies, which are still in her mouth are dripping with saliva; It’s time to give her a reprieve. I take them out, and throw them across the room, they have served their purpose. I keep pounding away, finally getting.