Either way, I could sense that the feeling of her firm arse on my crotch was making me hard. I bit my cheek to take my mind off the sexual charge. But... my desire was increasing, I looked down at her jet black hair, the way her body was inclined into mine and I could smell the sweet, vanilla perfume that she wore. Was she enjoying this feeling of teasing me? Did she even realise she was? This was a sweet anguish, I imagined her pussy moistening beneath a thong, perhaps she was turned on by. I asked to see her on Friday Night. She agreed and I went to my car with the biggest grin I can remember. It was two hours from the city to my home and it was late, so instead of driving I stayed in a hotel. I could afford it. Another thing I could afford was a small furnished apartment that would afford me privacy with Miss Eve. Hotel rooms were a cheap and tawdry place to invite a woman, so I called a couple of Real Estate agents and found a beautifully furnished one bedroom in a luxury. .. She reached down and started to stroke my dick. As she was masturbating me... I reached out and started to play with her wet pussy. I did spread those luscious lips... and found a beautiful clit as well. She was able to reach up and expose both of her breasts... which were somewhat small... but displayed a dark areole about the size of a fifty cent piece... and her nipples were hard and extended. Both of the breasts were directly in my face... and it didn't take very long for them to find. Another longpassionate kiss, and he began lowering her. Joan's feet didn’t quite make it to the shower floor. As she slid downBill’s body, she felt her pussy being entered by his again fully erectshaft.With a big grin, she said, “Oh baby, again?”“If you like,” Bill replied.“I like! Oh God, yes! I like. Please, Bill, do me again!”As Bill continued to lower her, Joan raised her legs and wrapped themaround his waist. She also wrapped her arms around his neck.With his strong upper body, Bill was.