He opened the door and put the lights on. He looked stunned at me sitting on the couch in that sexy dress, showing off my legs and ample cleavage.Me: ...Surprise! I got up and kissed him on the lips. How do I look?R: Sexy and hot.I pulled the chair and pushed him on it. And started making sex moves in front of him. Then I gave him a lap dance with the Israeli music on and rubbed my ass on his crotch, which was now dying to come out. I sat on his lap and rubbed my pussy over the crotch to excite. She needed to know what it was. It troubled her that any story, especially one so detailed as that one, had something missing. Was the memoirs trying to protect someone? If so, how could it harm them now? The story was set in Victorian times, and even had they done something drastic, they and their name would be lost in history by now.Waking suddenly, Diane knew she had to go read the memoirs. Not type them out, she could do that without even reading them. She had proved this already. She. You thrust yourself in and out hard, watching your cock slide in and out of me. I finger my clit as you fuck me and this turns you on. I begin to cum and I sense that you are too. You love to watch me masturbate and this makes your orgasm all the stronger. We finish, and lay there in each others arms a little while longer, then decide that its time to go. We pack our belongings and head home. On our way home, we have the top down in the car again, and the sun beats down on us as we drive. I am. Come, I want to see those pretty eyes of yours. I'm sure they match the beauty of the rest of you. Now don't be silly, look at this old woman."Consuelo's eyes popped up, her mouth skewed up in complaint. "But Señora, you are not old. You are beautiful. You are the most beautiful woman I..."She caught herself and immediately lowered her eyes and bowed her head, as Ana laughed."Why thank you, child, but I AM old and I know it. Your complement to me was just wonderful." Ana wrapped her arms around.