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She turned to face him and shook her head, her hair partially covering her face; Rachael closed her eyes. Her hands went to the collar of his flannel shirt, and she started unbuttoning the second button from the top, stopping to unbuckle his thick leather belt so that she could pull his shirt out of his blue jeans. She wondered how big his hard cock was. John could smell her musky arousal enhanced by her perfume, and it was driving him wild with desire for her, but he was holding back, knowing it would be worth the wait for the gift she was giving him. Eyes still closed, Rachel took John’s face in her small hands and traced his face and with her fingers. She ran her hands down his bare hard chest to touch the hard ropey muscles on his arms, back, and chest. John took his shirt off and dropped it to the floor so that she could continue; he wanted her so bad. She continued kissing him, working his way down his hard chest, stopping near his heart and kissed the pucker marks where the bullets passed through that could have ended his life. She continued to his flat, washboard stomach caressing him with her little hands until she was sex kneeling. She unbuttoned the single embossed copper button of his blue jeans and then unzipped them, pulling them down around his ankles for him to step out of which left only his boxers. They were bulging in front where his hard cock pressed against them trying to escape. She squeezed his firm ass through the fabric and then ran her hands down his muscular legs before pulling down his boxers to his ankles, and John stepped out of them. John helped her to her feet, and closed his eyes, pushing her hair away from her face. He took her face in his hands and kissed her lips long and deep, caressing her tongue with his. He put his hands underneath her hair at the back of her nape, let his finger follow the shape of her head and face while kissing her lips again the same, sighing with contentment. John kissed Rachel’s forehead, her cheeks and ears, and neck; behind her ears: everywhere and she was tingling all over thinking about of all that she had been missing as a virgin. He was kissing her as if she were the most precious thing in the cosmos, because to him, she was. He worked his way down her neck and shoulders, kissing, but lingered at the base of her throat; taking in the scent of her perfume that she put there for him. He gently turned her to face the mirror and stood behind her. John’s hands and fingers were everywhere touching probing lingering while kissing her neck, face, and shoulders. He caressed and stroked her breasts; paying particular attention to her nipples, watching her reactions in the mirror, until her nipple was were hard, and he felt her quiver with pleasure. Rachel took his hand, and they got into bed. They made love, facing each other lying on their sides, entwined as one. It was sweet and gentle; calm and unhurried. The passion was pure and loving. It was a communion of souls. Her orgasm was like warm lavender-infused bathwater, soothing and cleansing; His orgasm no less satisfying. He waited long months for her, and before that, most of his adult life and not knowing, until she stumbled into his arms. John’s orgasm was hot and burning; different from her gentle orgasm, and she felt the inferno of his seed as he pumped it into her womb; as Rachel gifted him with her virginity. It was around three in the morning. John was sound asleep next to his love when he felt her hand touching his face. “Are you awake?” “What, what is it, Bunny?” he asked, indian half asleep. “I’m horny,” she cooed, “I want to make love to you again.” “Now? Twice in one night?” “Of course now, Stud,” she replied, “I want to suck on your cock, and then be on top for the grand finale.” “Yes, ma’am,” he quickly agreed. Rachael began licking the tip of his cock, teasingly, getting further aroused until, it was hard, pulsating and twitching, while he played with her hair. "Do you think it would taste good?" You say so.” Oddly, as I passed a closed door, I heard an orgasmic peak. Across the room from her, Jeni moaned and rolled over, apparently dreaming. Then Chantel comes over to me and kisses me on the cheek as her hand makes its way up my dress giving my ass a good squeeze. sex That would surely make me instantly popular. We’re in January, next will come February, and things will start warming up in March and we’ll get into spring.” We moved into the studio and there was a huge bed under lots of lights with very relaxing piano, saxophone jazz music, seduction music you would call it. I am here now as a guest”. She bobbed her head a few times then indian started sucking as my erection rapidly filled with a load. After the bath she did something she never did before. As she lent out the bra towards me," I graciously accepted it and dropped it on the floor without a care. lying, aren't you?"