I’m not sure God was approving at the moment, but after a minute or two of show and tell, I resumed rubbing his pants and made another go at his belt, and then his zipper, exposing the ridge in his his jockeys. Connor!”
As it turned out, I was wearing a simple navy cotton dress that barely made it to the top of my knees and wide straps over my shoulders. I had some sort of event, I can’t even remember what, but it was cancelled at the last minute. Finger fucking was just the start of our frolicking. And when he did, “Kiss my tits,” and he leaned over and started kissing them. Long pause. And a slightly diminished load of his juices followed. “Let’s go into the bedroom,” I said, and he followed my naked ass down the hall. “Get between my legs,” which were wide open again. “Look at my pussy,” I chuckled and pulled the covers off.
