She moaned a little more, and by now I could see that she was coming close to coming again. With my free hand, I rubbed her clit hard with my thumb an...d at the same time, contracted my lower muscles, causing my dick to wiggle. That did it. She threw her head back, legs shaking, one hand instantly reaching for the other errect nipple as it shuddered through her not once, not twice, but four times in a row. That did it for me too, unleashing a huge wad into her. It was fucking amazing, the second. So, to break the ice she asked his name, and after being told, “James,” asked if he had a nickname, his friends called him “Jim!” she smiled sweetly told him he, “could call her May” then asked if he, “liked what he saw when he came a week or two back!” he blushed but managed to stutter that, “he thought she was beautiful, and reminded him of his mum” she smiled then asked, “had he hoped to see more when he came yesterday!” and “if he had a lot of ladies who answered the door like that?” he. She wore faded (and quite tatty) blue jeans with classic black Doc Marten’s and a beige zip-up hoodie. But there was no mistaking that mass of dark brown hair. Or those eyes. Or those cheek bones.The jeans clung to the curve of her hips and I was shamelessly looking forward to her turning to walk away so I could see how she looked from behind. And as for the way she filled out that hoodie—“Ehm,” she covered her mouth as she made that small coughing noise to snap me from my trance and stood,. I was simply moaning and piercing my nails in his back. I still remember, out of horniness, I bit him so hard on his shoulders that the mark remained for almost a month.After almost 15 minutes of kissing, he became even bolder and started unbuttoning my skirt. I immediately got up and helped him by removing my skirt and panties immediately. And there I was right in front of my sir in my Birthday Suit. I went to him, pulled down his Pajamas as well and his Undies. He was also stark naked in.