My legs were sparse with hair so I figuredpantyhose would cover the hair enough for the weekend. The scentedlotions in Melissa's room made me feel sof...t and pretty. I used hermoisturizing lotions in her makeup drawer and loved the silky feel of myskin. Just a light coat of foundation for today so I wouldn't be noticed,unless you looked very close, when I drove over to our rendezvous.Packing some things was one of the toughest things I did that day. ShouldI be a sexy vixen, or a straight laced. She keened. The sound broke me. ‘I can’t stop, Callie. I’m going to come.’ ‘Me, too.’ Her voice was breathy and rough. ‘Don’t stop.’ She raised and lowered her hips in time with my thrusts, both of us moving as fast as we could. My muscles tensed, my balls tightened and I exploded inside her, pressing into her as though I couldn’t get close enough. She closed her eyes and continued rocking against me at an almost frantic pace. ‘Yes, yes . . .’ she murmured in a soft, high-pitched voice and. Putting my arms around her back, I sucked and licked greedily on her nipple. She hummed and let out a sigh. Her arms folded gently around my neck, resting on my shoulder. When I sucked at her other breast and nibbled at her nipple with my teeth, I felt her nails digging into and slowly scratching across my back. I made her lie back and pulled her panties off. I could feel their dampness as I held them in my hands. A generous amount of transparent fluid glistened across the pink fold of her. Then we could deal with her other distractions...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ZanyiaMistress Kora danced like the wind swirling through a field of flowers, rustling the beautiful petals, spreading their perfume. She moved with such lithe steps, her hair flowing behind her, the tattoos on her body making her pale flesh even more exciting. She spoke with every movement of her arms and feet, with the way she rolled her hips and cocked her head.She spoke of passion. Of love. Of hope. The hope that.