She takes the keys and with surgeon presicion she puts the key into the lock and opens the door. I walk in after her like a guest, I have completely ...forgotten I have entered my own house.Long legs that lead only to heaven lead the way, her skinny jeans, hugging her legs oh so perectly. I am jealous of the fact that those jeans have the priviledge of touching her skin. My ass travel up the highway which are her legs and caress the apple bottom which was almost too perfect in size, shape and. In my twenty-something years of being a lesbian, I had never felt so comfortable on a first meeting as I did that night.Her spare hand started to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching them. I started to slam my fingers inside her faster, making her body shake. She pulled away from our kiss, and I could see her eyes roll in her head. I started to kiss her neck, fingering her faster and harder. I pushed my fingers in deep to the knuckles, making her moan. Her body started to spasm, and I could. He came home from work in a good mood. He was in a good mood through most of his dinner. That all changed when his wife reminded him of their after-dinner engagement.‘Don’t forget, honey,’ Paige Brewster’s voice rang out. ‘We have that gallery opening to go to tonight.’ A sodden lump grew in Jack’s stomach as he finished his dinner mechanically. He had begun to dread this evening when Paige first told him of it. It wasn’t that he didn’t like art, he did. It fascinated him how a good artist. Actually, she should never havebought these pumps in the first place. Every time she wore themher feet hurt. Nevertheless she wore them again and again--theymade her legs look stunning. Immediately, she tried to take afew steps in front of the wall mirror in her bedroom. Shedecided that today was a good shoe day. She picked up her room, taking special care to make sureevery hint of Herbert was made to disappear in case Roland camein when he picked her up. She didn't want to allow him to.