She was 5.5 feet tall, wheatish complexion and average physique. She was neither too great looking beauty nor too bad looking. Okay, so coming back to... the story, she knocked at my door, I opened the door and there she was…standing in her flowered white pajamas and orange round neck t-shirt, with loose hair. She was looking very cute. I didn’t ask her to come inside, neither did she ask me to. We both stood at the door and she started talking, she basically wanted to gather some information. You skirt rides up and I am treated to the sight of even more of your sexy legs. As I pull you close, I feel your breasts against my chest and I know that I was right in my assumption, they are bare beneath your top. I reach around your back and as I stroke your back my hands wander down to feel the outline of your panties. As we kiss we start out very gently, but before long we are probing each other's mouths with our tongues. The harder I breathe the more I inhale your perfume. It's time to. "Please continue the massage," sounding a little extra enthusiastic. I couldn't completely stifle a giggle."Yes, Madame..." Justine?" Oui, Madame?" Two things... first, my name is Annie. I'd truly feel more comfortable if you'd not call me 'Madame'." I am sorry... professional habit," she smiled. "And?" And..." I looked her directly in the eye, "would you please take off your clothes?"Her smile was beaming as she took her hands from my hips and quickly pulled her sport-bra top off over her. Her hair whipping into her face and sweat threatened her vision, but she pressed on. Perpendicular to her, Thakkor took Alicia’s lead, his strikes and parries perfectly complementing hers. Armand fell back, looking for any opportunity to escape the punishing assault. A fleeting second of unbalance provided him a chance. Thakkor stepped into a gopher hole hidden in the tall grass, stealing the strength and accuracy of a powerful overhand blow. Armand took advantage of the minor stumble, forcing.