We spent an hour on her sofa necking. Things might have gone further, but her roommate came home. Introductions were made and I left, promising to cal...l. The next night we attended a poetry reading. The night after, Saturday, it was a 1930s art film marathon til five AM. We slept together and had sex for breakfast. She could not cook any better than I could.It's easiest to describe Roni was a stereotypical redhead Irish New Yorker, with the temper to match. She was Dutch, brunette with no. Dr. Fine's little predilection, no doubt, but there it was. Thenthere was the voice. Yeah, the voice. If you've ever called one ofthose 1-900 numbers and heard one of those really sexy female voices onthem, you have some idea of what my voice sounded like while I worethat suit. Dr. Fine had really worked overtime on the movement andvoices of the suits and I can tell you that they were completelyconvincing to anyone seeing them move, or hearing them speak. Yes myspeech patterns were still my. Somehow Erin’s guards were completely down, she’d never done anything like this before. She was experienced enough in the ways of pleasure, but she had never allowed herself to be fondled by someone she was not very close to, let along just met. Despite her morals wanting to scream out in protest, her body yet again won the argument and she was silenced. His hand left her right breast to move to the other, rubbing softly as his kisses made their way up her cheek and stopped close to her lips.. My tongue and brain may be malfunctioning but my dick is working fine. She takes my coffee from me and, clasped in both hands, takes a sip before putting it down. “Now where were we? I know!” she says taking my hand and unfolds a finger before placing it on her left nipple, holding my hair she kisses me. My other hand immediately finds her pussy and starts caressing it. Definitely waxed! I’ve never stroked a totally hairless pussy before, no stubble either, and can’t wait to get a closer look.