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VI. Homing in on the Honey-pot ::(1):: That night as I got into bed I can remember I left my light on and was wide awake. The sensation of my half-swollen member brush against the bed-linen made me shake. For the first time in my life I had retired for the night with no pyjamas on. I recall it made me feel incitingly bad as I lay there waiting, all guilty feeling gone. Then I heard soft footsteps in the hallway as I had known for certain that I would. Jolanda entered wearing nothing but a tiny tray on which a bottle and two crystal glasses stood. Putting the tray on my bedside table, lifting my covers she whispered:"I brought some relief for thirsty lovers." ::(2):: Jolanda removed my covers all together, slippin into my bed and sat down straddling my thighs. She raised her glass to her lips sipping the wine regarding me with fondness in her eyes. She caught hold of my quickly stiffening prick rubbing it slowly over her sturdy growth of pubes the hair tickled divinely as she let one finger flick over the head when I started fondling her boobs. Jolanda lifted her succulent hips slowly pushinthe forward letting me into her heat. I saw my shaft disappearing and felt the lovely firm grip of her cuntwalls round my meat. She placed her hands ever so carefully on my chest and started to fuck me in a steamy race without rest. <<Previous - Next>> Page 13 Webmaster: TidiousTed fiveblokes@yahoo.co.uk All text and site graphics: Copyright Tidious Ted & R.L.Wood |
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