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I wanted so bad to just reach out and touch them, to rub my hands up her calf to her thigh. Wondering if I did that, how far she’d let me hand get before….. “Mr. Jordan?” My thought process was interrupted. I looked up at Brielle with a classic blank face…”Huh?” She just smiled at me and said “Mr. Jordan…are you still listening to me? Or are you too busy staring at my legs?” I looked at her again and stammered over my words “uh..no I was..uh. just..” She giggled. “It’s ok! I don’t mind. I’ll be honest with you… I like to stare at your arms while you’re leading the band. Wondering what your arms would feel like hold…ing…” she trailed off probably realizing what she was about to say. I looked at her and smiled… her long wet hair beginning to soak the T-shirt she was wearing…revealing to me the outline of her nipples. I did purposely give her a white shirt afterall. She must have caught me looking because she blushed and crossed her arms in front of her chest. I shifted my position on the couch to attempt cover up the fact that my creampie cock was now hard as a rock. Brielle must have noticed because she looked down at my crotch and said “Well then….should we watch something on tv?” She reached across me for the remote purposely placing her hand on my upper thigh for balance. She turned her head and looked at me, our faces inches apart. I could feel her breath on my face. She japanese said, “Mr. Jordan…. errr, Mike. There’s something I’ve been thinking about for a vintage while.” I swallowed hard and said “Yeah? What’s that?” “Well… I was wondering what….it would feel like….to do…this.” She leaned in and placed her lips on mine. It was a moment. Her lips were soft and warm. I was happy she made the first move. I decided to push it further. I opened my mouth and our lip lock became a full on tongue kiss. Her hand on my thigh squeezed a bit tighter. I reached over and put one hand on either side of her waist and pulled her on top of me straddling me. I could feel her t-shirt riding up higher, and I slid my hands down from her waist to her smooth and firm ass. She moaned softly into my mouth as a squeezed her bare ass. I opened my eyes and saw that hers were open too. We held the kiss while we stared into each others’ eyes. Her hands moved to the hem of her shirt and began to pull it up over her head. Later that evening; Mark Wyatt from the classic funeral home called and I went to the funeral home to make the arrangements. John was smiling as he worked his way around the office. They were pretty big. japanese His vintage hands were cupped my bums while my tits were jammed by his bare chest. I returned to the table, not knowing what to do about it if anything. A few feet before they reached the parking lot, Darlene stopped Gloria. Sebastian’s smegma became an added attraction to these little guys. Sam fucked me several minutes before he gave up and filled me even more. The barman drifted away too, leaving Kohsoom and I to get down to business. Her arousal was more creampie evident than ever. He broke the kiss and whispered, “You are the best, my queen.” She opens her mouth and produces her tongue, She stares at me for a few seconds, and then teasingly slaps the underside of my head against it. “Treadmill.” Hesitantly I made my way forward, almost breaking into a run towards moms sweaty, dripping, enticing body.