"I can tell," Jeff said, holding her dynamite body.

He felt the pressure of her soft belly against his cock and the gentle crush of her tits against his chest. His mouth locked onto hers, his hands sliding down over her full hips to her rounded ass.

Barbara swirled in a sea of mixed emotions. Jeff's tongue in her mouth was exciting her, and she pressed harder into his muscular frame. She felt the hardness of his cock against her belly and swooned, gobbling on his tongue, entwining it with her own.

"Ooooo, God," she gasped, breaking the kiss. "I feel like a virgin, and the bed over there is making me cream and shake at the same time."

Jeff smiled warmly. His fingers deftly ran the buttoned the front of her soft cashmere sweater, gradually exposing the creamy white flesh of her dynamite body.

"Relax, Babs," he soothed with his deep sensual voice.

He kissed her neck on both sides as he opened the last button. Expertly, he eased the sweater off her shoulders and down her arms, acting casual, taking care not to rush and alarm her. He carefully laid her sweater on the back of a chair and took the trembling woman into his arms again.

"Ooooo, Jeff," she whimpered excitedly and uneasily at the same time. She felt his fingers unhooking her bra in the back. "Oooo, God, I'm burning up."

"You're gorgeous," he said, eyeing her bare tits, his throat raspy and hoarse from the passion that surged through him. His hands spanned the magnificent twin globes of tit flesh, his fingers sinking into the pliant tit meat. He moaned. Hot hard nipples seared the palms of his hands. "Sweet Babs… sweet, sweet tits."

Barbara thrilled to his hot sizzling stare. She tingled under his powerful hands milking her swollen tits.

"Ooooo, Jeff." She stepped back away from his kneading fingers, shaking, her throat tight. Self-consciously, she held her tits.

"They're not too big." She turned, giving him a side view of her huge tits. "I'm not a kid anymore. I'm getting older, you know."