Dating mark gudgeon
She kicked at the covers and threw her legs in the air, sheclosed them in a loving erotic scissors over a dream man and oooohhh wow! CHAPTER 2 Still partly asleep, Paula was forced to amend her last observation. Like twin headlights they illuminated hermirror, their nonsagging, never-need-a-bra roundness still capable afterall these years of turning heads on the street, of making judges forget orignore the finely spun thread of some legal argument.
Not only had the faceless little sneak been fucking her--now that she hadthrown her long straight legs in the air, kicked away covers and wrappedaround a fantasy that was suddenly real--now that she abruptly knew it wasa real flesh and blood man in there, a real flesh and blood cock sliding inand out of her--now she knew that despite her sudden explosion of movementhe hadn't even hesitated in his steady stroking. She didn't need a bra--wore one only as an added safeguard lest herfirm, hard little nipples show through layers of clothing and drive one ofthose haunted-eyed yearning clients right over the wire mesh that separatedthem. Her full, firm jugs' upperslopes were twin ski jumps, curving with wicked unexpectedness as that longgentle slope approached a perky, skyward-pointing nipple.
How long since a man's hot hardness had slipped gently betweenher thighs, parted the blond-fuzzed labia of her vulva and done itschauvinistic best to rearrange the topography of her cunt country?
Angrily, she tore her gaze from the mirror and began struggling backinto the formal.
She hung the dresswhere she could find it in the morning and stepped into the tub.
While itwas filling she lay back, reveling in sensuality as near-scalding watergradually rose round her recumbent body, inundating her until her ass wasbathed in a roseate glow of not quite contentment.
She was gasping, her whole body quaking under the erotic onslaught ofhis prodding spindle.
It was the most vivid dream she could remember in years. She hadn't felt this turned-on since--since something she didn'tlike to think about. She ought to quit--but outand go back to something safe like teaching, preferably in some all-girlschool. It was bad enoughhaving to deal with them all day, to look into their burning eyes and knowexactly what they were thinking, feeling, planning for her. And when she did finally manage to sleep it was worse. A piece of toilet paper, she decided, wouldbe more apt. " And still that goddam little sneak of a man was slipping his great bigsneak of a cock, his big fish, into her, out of her, moving sounobtrusively he probably thought he was stealing a cheap thrill from hersleeping body.
She was a woman--anintelligent, sensitive, needful woman. Whenever she stopped raging long enough to breathe she knew that nomatter how she might hate it, her long-deprived body was loving it. She guessed it had beenyears since he had wasted his time trying or even bothering to batter at awall which-- Anyhow, it had been strictly business.
She was a little on the heavyside too--a hundred thirty-five.
Instead, he lay on his back and she was on topand she wasn't even lying down atop him.
She was sitting, legs extended,her full ass firmly spiked on a prodigious prod that was not going in andout of her but was literally screwing, winding her down on his spindlewhile she spun down on him like a nut.