He moaned when he saw my tits in the black lace bra.

He held me and bent forward and rubbed his face against the tops of my tits, where they weren't covered by the bra.

The nipples got hard. The bra was soft and lacey and see-through, and the nipples could be seen pressing the cups.

He put his hand between my legs, rubbing my crotch through the panties.

He turned me around and took off the bra. He had some trouble with the hooks at the back and fumbled clumsily with them.

He muttered and cursed. Then the bra came open. He took it off me.

He said that I had beautiful breasts. I cupped my tits in my palms and lifted them so he could kiss them.

He kissed one nipple and then the other. Then it was time for my panties to come down. He wanted to see my pussy.

He pulled the panties down. His hands were moist with sweat. He pulled the panties off my hips. Their crotch was damp with my juices.

They fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and sat down on the bed so I could take off my high-heeled shoes.

Sanford took off his jacket and hung it up on a hook on the inside of the closet door. His white shirt was damp with sweat.

He stripped down to the waist. He was a big fellow with wide shoulders and a lot of belly, covered with gray body hair.

His dick was stiff and stood out in the crotch of his pants.

He came to me. Would I take him by mouth?

I said that I'd love to.

I got off the bed and got on my knees on the floor. I licked my lips. My head was facing his crotch. He opened his pants, took them down.

He wore silk drawers, boxer style. The front of them was lifted like a tent. The head of his cock was red and swollen where I saw it through the flyhole of the shorts.

He took hold of his dick and squeezed it through the shorts, rubbing silk against it before pulling the shorts down.