“Cinnamon is hungry,” she said unzipping my pants and pulling out my erect rod.She stroked it as I unbuttoned her blouse. I reached around her bac...k and unhooked her bra. My hand found her bare breast just as she started moving to her hands and knees. Her lips touched the head of my penis as I rolled on my back freeing my other hand to cup the other breast. Her long, red hair created a tent half way around her head. I was still able to see as she kissed up and down the sides of my penis. She. Keith had always told her that she was a great cocksucker! Just last night she’d given him a long, slow, wet blowjob that finished off with a big mouthful of cum for her. She’d only spilled a little of it. Well, on purpose actually; he always seemed to appreciate a few drips down her chin. Letting go of her tit and her unzipped jeans, she grabbed his cock in both hands and gave it a few firm strokes, then leaned forward to slide her mouth down over the head. The taste of the precum on the cock. He looked to have started working out again too, not that many would have noticed he had ever stopped. His hair still long, a lovely reddish blonde, coarsely cut and straight. He looked wonderful standing there in his black dress pants, with a tight black T-shirt tucked in, the silver buckle on his belt glinting in the light. His blue eyes slowly looked me up and down and a smile lit up his face. ‘You look incredible.’ I could feel the blush in my cheeks as I snickered slightly and lowered my. I haven't dreamt about anything else for the last five years." "I've always had a strange interest in women's clothes, shoes, and makeup. I think that's because I grew up in a home with a bossy, tomboy mother and a weak father figure. But where my mother didn't wear makeup and sexy clothes, my best friend's did. When we played hide and seek at their house, I sometimes hid in the closet and tried on her gloves. And I was always fascinated by the fact that women put so much effort into their.