”She waits a while longer.Her body says, “Take me.”I sigh like an unbeliever.Her sex says, “Fuck me.”Still longer, she waits.Finally, she ma...kes her move and I believe.With confidence she lowers her arms, as if surrendering this battle. However, I know better—she always wins the war. Her heart is a force of nature, complex, but awe-inspiring. This is no mere woman. This is the mystery—the eternal feminine—and she’s dangerous.Her hands meet. Fingers entwine like fangs. A perfect fit. Head tilts.. Joechin gave one more suspicious scan of the room then knelt down beside the bed. “Mrs. Jackson?” he said into her ear. Still his stunning neighbor didn’t awaken. He looked down and lying next to where he kneeled was a black lacy thong that was partially under the bed. He picked up the garment as he lifted his mask above his face. He lifted the thong to his nose smelling the tangy scent of Mrs. Jackson. It was unlike anything he had ever smelled. His young prick swelled with every breath.. In no way am I condoning u******e sex, or any of the acts that happen in this or any other of my stories. I know it is short and not as good as the first but there are more coming later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~After my first incident with my cousin I ignored him and tried to forget about that bathroom. Later when I went to talk to one of my other cousin’s I found out that john had m*****ed them. When I heard that I don’t. But she was still wearing her panties. I slipped my thumbs inside the elastic of the waistband, and started to slide them down over her hips, but before I could. . . With a twist of her hips, I was suddenly inside her. The lacy panties were crotchless. My wife had been doing a bit of erotic shopping of her own, no wonder I hadn’t seen them before. I looked at Linda, and a huge grin broke out on both our faces. I couldn’t help getting a chuckle at the thought of my wife — who is no prude, and an.