I felt my waist, my mid-section, my groin and my penis soaking wet with her incredibly sweet, natural nectar. Not only was there a slight wet patch at the crotch of her bikini bottom, but Jeanette was also breathing heavily. As I always did before breakfast and then headed out for the conference regarding issues concerning people with disabilities. She leaned over and removed the remaining arm of the shower chair. By the same token, my penis was also straining to connect with Jeanette and her vagina – her vagina of paradise. Her moaning was increasing my arousal to breaking point. Now and again her thumb of her hand would pass over the head of the penis. This sacred desire was only reserved for me and only me. With that she turned and walked to where the towel was on the floor. God again, the natural fragrance of her vagina was waffling up my nose sending me to an incredibly natural high better than any drug-induced high that is available nowadays.
