She lay on her back with her long, tanned legs spread wide. Her buttocks rested on the mattress, and between them I could see her pretty little buttho...le. Above it her enthralling pussy was glimmering with her moisture. It looked almost unnaturally beautiful, so beautiful it hurt to look at it.I climbed on top of her clumsily and her hand gripped my shaft, guiding it in the cleft between her thighs. Our bodies touched, our breasts pressed together and our lips met. I felt something warm and soft. Now for the readers who know us better through our past stories passion is usually big between us because I don’t “diy” and I wait until I’m with him before playing at all. I do enjoy a massage or two and this is generally where they lead to. Bappy simply adores the feeling of my skin against his so he’ll strip down to skins as well as me and I lay on the bed half expecting him to pin me down and use me because its been a while since we last embraced an erotic entanglement and I could feel his. His mouth came down again and we kissed, this time with realpassion and that sense of urgency that often preceeds sex.As we kissed he manoevered around between my legs and I feltthe head of his penis at my, now, hot and very wet pussy.Ever so slowly he eased himself into me, breaking my hymen with an initial firm push and then developing a steady rhythm.He reached down and one at a time raised my legs up double and after that his strokes went further into me and felt tighter.I was starting to. “I just remember finding it peculiar that both your first and middle names start with a G.”“Genevieve,” she blurted out, using the French pronunciation, Zhon-vee-ev.“I beg your pardon?”“Genevieve,” she said again. Only this time, she used the English version.“It sounds prettier in French,” he said, feeling delighted at learning something new about her.“Thanks,” she said, blushing a little.“Come on, Empress Grace. Time to eat. I’ve seen enough castle for today.”Saturday night, they made love out.