Suffice to say, our arms were about each other and our lips pressed together, tongues flicking, probing, entwining.Suffice to say, our arms were about each other and our lips pressed together, tongues flicking, probing, entwining. Norma turned around in my arms and guided my hands to her breasts. They were firm and her nipples jutted out in two hardened nodes. As my hands meandered down under the waistband of her jeans, I found that she was not wearing any panties. She chuckled at my discovery. "I like to go G.I. style once in a while." By now my erection was both prominent and achingly insistent, a state she augmented by rubbing her ass against it. Slipping from my arms, she took my hand and led me into her bedroom. The bed had certainly not been made since the morning. She laid down upon her back, hands behind her head, looking at me as if to say: "Let's see what you're made of. |