For some reason I am focused on Rachel’s breasts. She is an intelligent woman, and I am trying to listen to what she is saying but my eyes keep going too her breasts. I ask her to excuse me for being a moron and she accepts. We got on to a subject that I really like and she seem to respond with lots of experience and know-how, but the moron was back! She grabbed me and thrust her hips forward into my crotch! She pulled at me them kissed me full on the lips with intermittent French kissing. I was aroused. She tore her blouse off. I fumbled with her bra; our lips still together. She sat down in the cushioned Queen Anne, and lifted herself up to give me her vagina. I lowered my face and gave her a licking. It wasn’t enough.
Clint Torus
For some reason I am focused on Rachel’s breasts. She is an intelligent woman, and I am trying to listen to what she is saying but my eyes keep going too her breasts. I ask her to excuse me for being a moron and she accepts. We got on to a subject that I really like and she seem to respond with lots of experience and know-how, but the moron was back! She grabbed me and thrust her hips forward into my crotch! She pulled at me them kissed me full on the lips with intermittent French kissing. I was aroused. She tore her blouse off. I fumbled with her bra; our lips still together. She sat down in the cushioned Queen Anne, and lifted herself up to give me her vagina. I lowered my face and gave her a licking. It wasn’t enough.