MRS W: Goodness me, although I really am a respectable Christian, married lady, I must admit I am flattered by your last message. I know I shouldn't really say, but it is lovely receiving such compliments, having eyes roam over me like that does enhance my self-consciousness, I really wouldn't be able to make eye contact with.
ME: Ahhhhh... Things expressed nonverbally are just as telling. And Your shy acknowledgement would be affirmed with kisses , first with kisses to your raised lips and then to your breasts as my hands would accompany my lips in feeling the contours of their full softness.
MRS W: oh my goodness, I cannot believe this is happening to me, im sure this cannot be right, 1m a respectable christian married lady... Look, we have a christian daughter too.... oh god help me, what are you doing to me, i shouldn't allow this Please don't stare at my breasts like that. Can't you see I'm a respectable lady with a respectable christian husband and daughter?
ME: More than stare.. I lean over and give you an ardent full-mouth french kiss.. MRS W: noooooo.. oHH i’m sure this isn't right...! ME: The taste of your lips and mouth undermine your protestations
MRS W: oh my god [why am i allowing this?] ME: You feel the tingling aroused excitement as my hand now feels what my eyes have been groping.. MRS W: god his hands are all over me, his tongue probing deep into my mouth, my married mouth
ME: Your hands no longer pressing against my chest but resting as a caress of them as you feel my hand move up between your legs MRS W: no no noooo oh god why don't i tell him to stop, p-p-lease please.. you must remove you hand from under my skirt.... im sure this isn't right.. please please
------LATER ON..
MRS W.: Hello ME: Hello, Pussy. l'm Looking forward to having my fingers deep into that soft fur of that married pussy of yours. MRS W.: oh err hello.. oh my god, im so ashamed of how i acted yesterday, im sorry.
ME: Reaching and cupping your breaststs as I bring your lips to mine. MRS W.: this is me,a respectable lady, im sorry for yesterday... no no please not again..Noooo. ME: Reaching up between the legs of your 'kulott' and rubbing that crotch of yours like I did yesterday..
MRS W.: no no im sorry i really am not like that, I am a respectable christian married lady.. please remove your hand from my crotch ME: Your breast's nipples hardening says that Your labia likes the feel of my fingers probing up there. [purposely pushing 2-fingers into the vaginal depression]
MRS W.: oh god noooo please please not there!! ME : Moving my hand up to the belt line then down into your panties... MRS W.: mmmm nooooooo oh god help me, why wont he stop. What sort of lady does he think i am?
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