She gasped again as she felt my erection pressing through our pants. She bit her lower lip, contemplating her next action. Her eyes flared with a passion. She clutched the sides of my face, much like the first time we kissed, and pulled her lips to mine. As her tongue swirled around mine, teasing it with skillful precision, she slid her hands down my chest, along my stomach, to the waist of my jeans. Kelli’s fingers wasted no time in loosening the button. She pulled the fabric apart for the zipper to draw down. Without that pressure constraining my cock, I felt the blood flow increase. As we continued to kiss, her hands fought to push my pants down. She curled her legs up, placing her feet upon my upper thigh. I could feel the heat blooming from within her against the thin fabric of my boxers. She used her stocking-covered feet to slip my jeans down to my ankles. Then, she ran her hands along the waist of my boxers. She stopped when she felt something extraordinary. She stopped to. I booked a day off without telling her and Joyce did the same but her husband thought she was working. I arranged to collect her at the time she would be walking to work. I pulled up in my car and she jumped in the back and hid just in case anyone saw her. A few miles down the road she got in the front. She had her normal work clothes on and I was a bit disappointed until she asked if she could shower and change at mine. I nodded and smiled, she rubbed my aching cock through my pants. Joyce explained she tried to trim her Bush as a treat for her husband but he told her not to be so stupid and leave it. I convinced her I didn't care about that and was just so exited about what was going to happen.When we arrived at mine she went straight in the shower and asked for a room to change into her other stuff. That was sorted and I sat in the lounge counting the minutes. A while later I heard a timid voice dying she was ready. I walked into my bedroom and she lay on the bed in matching black.
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