Just melt like an ice cream. I start licking her lower lips seeking permission for more and she aggresses non verbally. She opens her mouth and the to...gues start the battle of dominance. Mischievously I bite her lower lip and she moans. The sound makes me try harder, increasing my passion. She grips my hair harder asking for more. My hands which are resting on her shoulder blades start to wander caressing her proportionate waist and lovely behind. Gently squeezing her ass. I can hear her. " No mom, nothing wrong." You're ok, though? You're totally ok with giving your me a foot massage?" Yeah, mom. It was fine. I don't mind at all. I could do it whenever. It isn't a big deal."I think at the time, though, we were having two separate conversations. She was trying to suss out if I'd caught anything weird happening. Which of course I fucking had. She wanted to know I wasn't, like... weirded out. She wanted to be sure I only thought it was a foot massage. And I was desperately trying. Being the brazen, cocky, and smug hockey player I am I pipe up, "Holy shit, if all the coffee shops greet their customers with an ass like that I am sold on this place."Much to my pleasure the person connect to the sculpted piece of art stood up and before me was a strawberry blonde beauty staring me straight in the eye. Her hair was the middle of her back, waved, and cascading down off her shoulders like a Celtic goddess. Her breasts though only slightly on the small side at a 'B' cup were. I called Jill and told her, “This weekend is on, get ready.” She replied, “Oh, I’m ready. I have got all my outfits packed, and I didn’t carry any panties. I don’t think I’ll need them.” We made a plan where to meet, where nobody would know us. She had got a friend of hers to drop her off and leave, so she wouldn’t even know. She was standing outside, waiting for me, when I pulled up. She looked so sexy, in her short mini skirt and button up blouse. When she got in the truck I said, “You look.
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