’ She moved against him, stroked his chest and put her lips on his. He moved his arms around her back and took the back of her neck, kissing her ten...derly for a moment, then she opened up and invited him in. He loved her lips and tongue and taste and kissed her eagerly. She couldn’t get enough of him and wished they could kiss forever and ever, but the oven alarm forced them to pause for the moment. ‘Sit.’ he said softly. ‘Warm croissants with jam and chocolate are coming up.’ She nodded and sat. ”“That’s the secret ingredient” Jon said with a very satisfied smile. “Now you understand what’s so special about what my father created. If it was the bullet proof version it would be about 10% heavier, but even that would be a lot lighter than normal glass or even Perspex. OK, let’s get some of the stuff back up the other end and I will show you how it fits.”The guys loaded the sections required to do the outer walls on one truck, the fittings were loaded on the other truck. And they returned. I loved his French kissing and was soon responding by sucking on his tongue and slipping my tongue into his mouth. He undid the buttons of my coat and opening it put his hand under it to fondle my breasts, I recall regretting not wearing a more accessible dress or blouse, with one hand on my back his other found the contour of each one as he caressed me. My body was responding as I held his face returning his kisses, I felt his manhood through his clothes as he pressed it against me, and gently. “Keep this leg bent for me.” I say. “It helps stretch your calves and Achilles…” I’m full of shit now, but hopefully I sound persuasive enough for you to listen. Going back to the first side of the table, I lift your leg again and now both of them are bent. Your pussy is out in the open and I just want to bury my tongue in it, but I can’t—not yet anyway. I apply oil to my hands and rub the backsides of your legs, working ever closer to your ass. On one particular rub I invade your.