I must have stared so obviously at her breasts that Vicky apparently noticed, because she pulled me to herself again and said: "It seems as if we both... were the only relaxed here, if there was not that bump in your dress! " As she said that, she just put her leg between mine and pressed her knee against my half-stiff girl's tail, which was now completely out of control! It felt like a little girl had just been caught doing something bad. Normally, I enjoyed provoking others, only Vicky's. “Now, how deep is my print?”“I don’t have a ruler Mr. Reynolds.” The kid looked like I had spit in his cheerios.“That’s alright son.” I pulled my multitool out. “I’ve got one here.” I unfolded the ruler and handed it to him.“Ok, Vince, measure the depth of my print and your print.”“It’s the same. There’s no difference.”“Welcome to the compression rate world kiddo. If you step on concrete that has set, you won’t leave a mark. But fresh concrete and you’ll ruin your tennis shoes. That is the. She began to unfasten hisbelt. “What are you doing?” he asked in a panic. “Relax. I just want to see your cock.” “Jennifer, no,” he wailed. “Be still!” she commanded, slapping his hand away as hetried to stop her. Quickly, Jason’s jeans and jockeys were around his feet.Jennifer’s soft feminine hands were holding him,examining him. He was getting real hard, real quick. “You have a beautiful cock, Jason,” she said. “It. She circled it gently with the tip of her finger. One finger found the hole. in, out. In, out.She adapted her own rhythm fucking motion, gyrating her hips and wet-haired cunt mound in time with his movements, allowing herself to savor every moment of his withdrawals, his slow plunge a. She settled herself for his first come as he drove his prick more securely into her heavily juiced hole.Revolving his hips, he made his cock rotate in a circle inside that hot, clinging pussy. She ground against.