Her hands began to rove up and down my dress, caressing my body through the silky material. In very little time her hands were sliding over the nylon ...of my panties to trace the outline of my balls, and then sneaking under the elastic and teasing my cock.I lay back, feeling the weight of my stuffed bra against my chest, reveling as she stroked my cock and fingered my balls. I could see my pecker standing proud and tall as I looked through the cleavage of my bra, and was ready to bury it in her. I moan out in pain and drop from my toes to my knees, but never stop fucking you pumping my dick deeply into your wetness as you dig your nails sooo deeply into me, scratching my skin off as your legs wrap around me and you begin to grin my cock with your pussy. i am almost still, holding form as you fuck my brains out from underneath, continually digging into me with your nails and making my huge cock thrash around inside you with every thrust of your hips. "Oh baby" i moan and you tell me. Her hands reached for the buttons on his cargo pants, sliding them down and running them over the bulge of his boxers. James lolled his head back and groaned deeply. Kate began rubbing at his cock harder, the friction of his boxers driving him insane. He was painfully hard now. She seen the yearning look in his eyes and knew what he wanted. She dropped to her knees, and pulled his shorts down. She ran her tongue over the cotton material of his boxers, already wet with pre-cum. James whimpered. HerGibson Girl styled hair flowed about her head in that perfect 'causal'upward bun that was the product of careful, skillful attention. Herdress followed her hair: a high necked, pure Egyptian cotton, finelylaced, perfectly pressed pink blouse and matching chintzed, shiny limegreen mid calf skirt. The bold coral pink crepe de chine cummerbundabout her slim waist matched her high, French heels, long nails andglossed lips.Despite Jane Elizabeth Bichier's middle age, with her tight alabasterskin,.