These pictures filled my
mind as I played my solitary sexual games. She broke the kiss and
gasped, “Oh, God, Jimmy! “How could you have
considered me so special?”
“Looks don’t matter–it’s the heart that counts,” Beth
answered. We may have no longer been
close to each other, but Beth was still very much in my mind. I hit the crest and then went into a
freefall that seeming like it would never end. Love me the way
I’ve been longing for.”
I sat up and looking down at Beth stretched out. My cock
tented out the front of my trousers in reaction. I quickly moved between her legs and spread them apart. Together, we lay there with eyes
closed and mouths wide open, caught up in our deep soul kiss. I groaned aloud from the wave of pleasure that
swept over me. Hers became more insistent
and moved into my mouth, slithering under my lip and into my
cheeks. Beth stretched out on the bed beside me. Still no more
than 100 pounds, with hair pulled back into a pony tail,
shorts clinging tightly to her flaring hips, and a fair
amount of cleavage showing above her well-filled halter, she
could have passed for
