“You’re getting sleepy…sleepy. She told me how deliriously wicked she felt, fucking all those men, thinking about how I stood outside waiting to take her home. Milf porn She had the most delectable backside. … “Is the cafeteria still open? “Isn’t wevenge so sweet, my widdewe puppy-dog ass-wicker?” she said in baby-talk. The first thing that came to my mind was that I was hungry. If I don’t believe in hypnotism, how in the world can I be hypnotized?”
“You probably can’t. “It is not. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she said, blushing a little. Wave after wave broke over my body, for what seemed like dozens of minutes. She didn’t wear a lot of makeup, and didn’t wear showy clothes, but from time to time, you’d catch just a glimpse of her body beneath some article of clothing she wore, and you’d get this hint of a really great body beneath her unflattering clothing. She was literally quivering with arousal, and when the door closed behind us, she practically pounced on me. Wait here for me; I’ll be back in a minute.”
I waited
