.ok she said...shit wish she'd asked me to wash her back by golly I would have done more than that, she was very short but had an hour glass figure, a... smile to die for, a great sense of humour and fabulous tits, oh yes shaved pussy too, told you we had very intimate chats, i even knew her fantasies.I went down and drunk a Guinness in the bar then bleep my text went...ready hun... Ok i texted back. I went into the room and she was sat drying her hair in her bath robe....oh sorry is it...come in. Full of cock, she had ground her pussy around, clamping down, refusing to let him get his dick out of her, grinding her clit on him, her juices all over his pubes and his balls.He put his two thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and held them open. There’s more where these come from, that’s for sure. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he went over to her chest of drawers and pulled the top drawer open. Make up, jewellery, a couple boxes of tampons and panty liners, and at least. . Five steps and I was right in front of her, she started to undo my belt then pulled it free of my baggy jeans, the jeans fell by them selves, being fore inches to big, I lost some weight over the last few months and haven't gone cloths shopping yet, my boxers where baggy around the legs and the wast fit good, she slowly pulled them down over my throbbing cock, "I didn't know you were so well prepared!" she said almost in amazement as she stared at all my eight inches of glory "Well I am. After some time, she stood, placing a hand gently on the sink, and breathed out, shaking her mane gently. Walking into her bedroom, she dressed slowly, drawing jeans and a shirt over herself, stretching her muscles and pulling a wide leather belt about her, buckling it. With a glance in the mirror, she felt she freshened and her mind seemed to have cooled with her brief rest. The shaking of the storm-winds in her ears had faded, even while the winds themselves still strained at the walls of the.