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She nuzzled closer to him, their still naked bodies comfortable in each others’ warmth. ‘No, no that’s fine. I promise. Thank you.’ Darius couldn’t help but feel somewhat remorseful, knowing that Isabelle had no idea what was in store for her. And what a treat he had planned. Danielle is my age but has the stature and disposition of a girl many years younger. We have worked together for a few years now and through our close proximity I have developed a bit of an obsession for her. Every day looking forward to seeing her and busty hearing her voice. Wondering what she is wearing today; thanks to summer, will it be a clingy cotton dress with a shawl for modesty, or will it be slacks and and a delicate blouse where I’ll be hoping she needs to bend over all day long so that I might catch a peek of the soft valley between her amazingly perky 32C breasts. Danielle has dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and stands about 5’2” with a freckled complexion and cute mousy nose. She has generous soft lips for such a petite woman and I often catch myself imagining what those lips would feel like on mine. She is fit with a trim waist and full hips and buttocks. Her voice matches her stature, dildo high and with tones of innocence that belie her acute intellect. While she dresses conservatively, she has an absolutely magnetic sexual energy about her that draws you inward. I know that she is undersexed; she is recently off a long-term relationship and has entered the online dating scene. She is suffering through messages from many weak candidates and sitting through dates with boring men. This makes me yearn all the more to fill her needs. And as I stand close to her at work, I imagine myself bending towards her and my lips finally touching her soft cheek; making that electric connection for the first time; a shockwave pulsing through my body down and out through the floor; feeling alive again for the first time in years. Last summer I had the opportunity to visit her apartment unsupervised and I happen to have a fetish for womens underwear. I don’t wear them but love to see the intimate things that women breasts wear that aren’t intended to be seen by most men. In a perverse way, it makes me feel that I’m in that small group of people who have the privilege to see her unmentionables. My arms shaking slightly as I pulled open the top drawer of her dresser. No sex toys. The most neat underwear drawer I have ever seen. All the panties folded. The bras nested together like dolls one after the other. I pulled out a huge black satin pair of boy shorts with lace trim and imagined her perfect perky buttocks peeking out of the bottom. White and soft and wishing those mounds of flesh be pressed against any part of my body. She had some hot pink bras, some plain black, some though were tiger striped. My legs grew weak imagining the parts of her body touched by these fabrics. The outer cup of her bras pressed against her shirts, just one thin layer away from being viewed by all. The inner cup cradling her firm breasts and dark nipples all day. The nipples occasionally becoming hard and pressing against the foam, yearning to be seen. The clasp in the back between her shoulder blades holding everything together just waiting to be released at the end of the day. Her panties hugging her beautiful ass cheeks all day, the huge tits fabric flexing with her as she walks. The front pressing against her labia which I imagine being trimmed neatly. The gusset pressing against her and soaking in her juices throughout the day; becoming full of her scent. Recently she was wearing this simple cotton dress; gray with back curves almost like stripes waving along the length of her body. The dress was floor-length but sleeveless so she had to wear a shawl around her shoulders to keep a work-appropriate look. Darius smiled back. A few minutes later, a tall, lanky black kid, skin dark as the night, knocked on my window. He didn't fool around and his two fat fingers went up inside me as I moved in front of him next to Jen. There she hung with those spires stabbing breasts through the woman and spider parts of her body. Our sweaty bodies heaved as our diaphragms relaxed, and Brandon took my face into his, and looked steadily into my eyes. “Plea- Please,” he moaned, not able to get anything else out. The woman was still massaging me, and had worked huge her way down my back, and the feeling of two sets of hands attending to me gave quite a thrill. Shelena gasped, “What? Mother scrambled out of her chair. You’re gonna go far," he stated with confidence. Between them, its dildo swollen member looked strangely out of place on its narrow frame. I really am. I motioned for Judith to busty come and kiss me as I enjoyed the full length of his cock inside me. “I guess I goosed him in the wrong spot.” The crowd roared as Gronk pulled out, strings of spit and precum snapping from my violated lips. This frustrated the hell out of her. At huge tits one point I was asked to remove both the gown and my shorts.