.i lean into you and run my hand over ur thigh and to ur dick as I trace it with my fingers....And over ur balls as I feel ur finger brush my clit.I s...lide ur hand up higher so U can move ur hand easier playing with my pussyU flex ur hips into my hand as U shift down some so I could move ur legs out some so I can touch all over ur hard dick n slip the .zipper down to slide my fingers in and over ur hard dick n and down to ur balls and rub them and tug lil bit on them to make u catch ur. I walked into the restaurant wearing my cutest casual outfit I owned. He had a table ready. He stood to greet me and even pulled my chair out for me. That gentlemanly act only made me yearn for him more. We sat and talked about our weeks and things going on in the world as we ate our lunch. Every once in a while our eyes would meet, and he would smile. I would quickly look down. As lunch came to an end, I did not want to leave. I enjoyed his presence way too much. Very much to my liking, as we. "No, not yet," he said, in his usual calm voice. "I am going to have Avis shave you first. I don't like all that hair that you have around your snatch, so I'm getting rid of it. Avis go ahead." Again Avis went to the en suite, returning with a razor and a small container of warm water, shaving cream, and a plastic underlay. Carolyn lay there incredulous. Incredulous that she hadn't said or protested at this. Incredulous that she was allowing this to be happening to her. Without even being. Those golden globes bobbed up and down and to the side, every once in a while revealing that her waist was deceptively tiny. Her proportions were almost comical in their contrast and she looked more like a cartoonist's representation than she did a real woman ... like some teenage boy really talented at photoshop had taken a picture of a pretty Mexican Milf with big boobs and nice hourglass figure and allowed his raging hormones to drive him to manipulate the picture into his ideal fuck toy ....