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I became the aggressor. Stepping closely enough to feel the humidity of her breath, I reached behind her with both arms. Miraculously, I did not fumble at all as I held the back strap steady with my left hand while undoing the clasp with my right. My eyes were now drawn by her motion to the main prize. The moment of truth was upon us. She cupped each bra encased boob in a hand, not hefting them like melons, more of a pre-orgasmic caress of close friends. "Heavenly," I muttered, thinking aloud. "Show me you cock now." "I already told you to take off the Nice Pussy panties next." A pout flashed across her lips, but my stare never wavered. She stuck a thumb in each side of the panties and tugged with force, popping the seams. By now, her pants were loose around her undulating hips. Her eyes stared not at my face, but at my crotch. My cock remained semi tumescent. "Let me guess. You're hoping I'll be to hard too piss all over you. The waist of the jeans hung slack, revealing too cute girlish white bikini panties topped with a fringe of blue to match the bra. I was not surprised to see a few moments later that in the corner of the left groin, there was a design of cornflower blue daisies.Nice Pussy
Her hips began undulating, in a 'strip tease' rhythm. The raw smell of her wetness now filled the garage. I registered as if from a distance, like watching a movie, that her pants had a button fly. Once again, there was a brief hesitation. A look flitted through her eyes as if she was about to protest, then with a sigh she dropped her shirt to the cement floor, and slowly undid the button at the top of her jeans. They nodded vigourously as her breathing became panting. My nose no longer noticed the musty oiliness of the garage, instead enjoying the unmistakable scent of a woman in heat. "You better take off those damp panties too," I added as the shirt popped over her head. She crossed her arms, Tiny Pussy which pushed her tits tight against each other, swelling into the "vee" of the shirt, threatening to spill out. Grabbing the hem on each side, she lifted it above her melons, pausing a second as it caught on her nose, or hair, or that religious medal hanging around her neck. But first, show me your tits." She hesitated only a moment. I held my eyes on her face. Maybe the fact I met her gaze rather than shifting down back to staring at her chest convinced her I was serious.Nice Pussy
Mrs. Big Tits opened her mouth, as if to protest. I held a finger to her lips. "Shhh. You wouldn't want your meal ticket knowing how you stare up at my cock, would you? The only way to keep the gravy train rolling is to actually taste ALL the glories my tool produces." "What sort of woman do you think I am?" "A repressed wannabe tart married to a white bread guy that won't dare try anything new. Now take off that shirt." Up to that point, water sports had never been a sexual game I planned to play. Or is the reason you stare at our windows a secret bi passion, a desire to taste her yourself?
"There right there! That's it lick it good, YES! YES!" I felt her nylon thighs tighten around my head and felt her body begin to shudder and shake. She pulled harder on my hair and screamed with pleasure. I felt her pussy spasm in my mouth as she was gasping for air.