What you see today," I looked down and waved my hand generally in the direction of my torso, "is the result of about three years, all told. A year ago..., a little more, maybe, I had achieved the weight loss, and then it took another year to tone up some."She was silent for a moment; then, "Could I lose weight that fast?"I opened my hands, as if to say, "Weeeeeelllllll..." Let me explain," she said, and proceeded to give me her life's story. I was in no special hurry; her business was important to. The pleasant sensation of his lips and tongue swiftly begins to fill me; his hands press my skin as he works his way towards my pussy. It has only been several minutes since our last coupling but already I want his tongue between my velvet folds again, over my nub and inside my inner depths. Now his powerful hands gently spread my pussy; revealing my pale vermillion flower. It is an exquisite bloom and one still wet with his milky dew.Partake of our mingled nectar Jaano; yours and mine, and. So, we decided that we would meet in his apartment on a Saturday.My tinder date lived all by himself, and both of us had a holiday that day. He had specifically told me to reach his place sharp at 10 am, not before not later. Also, he ordered me to keep a liquid diet for one day before our meeting.I figured out that my dream of anal play would finally come true!The night before “The D-Day”, I started prepping myself up. I shaved my legs, arms as well as pussy hair, but I left a trimmed shaft of. "Well Beth prefers scotch," I said as I sat down on the sofa smoothingmy skirt under me."What ever Beth prefers is what she gets," she smiled obviouslypleasantly surprised as I crossed my legs just a lady should.Mom poured both of us a drink, handed me mine and sat down in thechair. Over the next hour we talked, mostly small talk as we downedthat drink and the next one. Finally she must have worked up hercourage."Do you still like Italian food Beth?"Of course, I smiled. Why do you think I need.