After wiping her brow I was to get an eyeful of her perfect breasts. Kneeling upwards she began tweaking her nipples, trying my hardest not to make a sound I continued rubbing my erect cock.I thought I had been rumbled as my heart's desire quickly stood up and slid a hand inside her panties.Squeezing my pulsating length urging myself not to cum I admired her show. Gradually pulling her panties down with her free hand soft moans could be heard.Her panties fell to her ankles. Spreading her legs slightly apart I could see that my cock's delight had a pierced shaven pussy.Moving back slightly in hope that my presence remained unknown I continued fucking my prick. "Telephone Rose," An aging gentleman shouted as the door sprung open. I now knew her name. My sweet darling Rose stopped what she was doing as did I while she vanished inside the property.Grabbing the base of my throbbing prick and waiting for her return. The urge to cum gave me reason to grab my shaft harder. The pulsating. So sorry.” Her cheeks pinked. “I haven’t gotten dressed yet.”Colin could feel his rational thought draining like a pierced bag of sugar. The sight of her skin totally derailed him. He’d never seen so much of it before. He walked across the room toward her, losing his resolve with each step.She tensed, but smiled. “How is your knee? I know you said it was bothering you the other day.”Though her voice was friendly, he could hear the tremor in it. Was she intimidated by him, or was it something else? He returned her smile, not taking his eyes off her. “It’s fine.”“Good,” she said, tugging on the hem of her sweater. “That’s good.”They stared at each other, her eyes wide and unblinking, his steady and rapt, as something passed between them. Tension seemed to vibrate the air like a taut cord. All the times he’d had forbidden thoughts about her, all the nights he’d lain awake wondering why it’d been his father who’d met her and not him, all the stolen glances and accidental touches—it all.
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