Her hand wound its way over to my pants button, and darted inside [my pants button].Her hand wound its way over to my pants button, and darted inside [my pants button]... She opened my zipper [from the inside!], and was giving me a very gentle hand-job right there in the theater! This was definately [a hanging offense] intense. Afraid of getting caught, we recomposed ourselves, after another kiss, and finished watching the movie. Next thing I remember, other than a kiss at each red light, I was in her bed, looking down on her angelic face. "I love you, Joy" I [lied] said as I began unbuttoning her blouse. She motioned me to be quiet with the standard finger-over-[pussy]-lips routine as she informed me, "You don't know that yet..." But I did [I really did, honest]. She was [almost dead] special to me already. Imagine my surprise (or rather, lack of) when I opened her blouse to find no [body] bra. I knew that already, my [imagination] hand had found its way there several times thus far, but I was stunned to finally see her breasts freed from their captivity. She had a small chest [filled with kinky love toys], but they were well [used] defined and [rather smelly] firm. Her breasts were nothing short of beautiful. I began kneeding them [all fify-seven] with my large [scabby] hands, and kissed her [neck] deeply [as I drained her blood]. |