She Grows Up part2
by HandJob Blog
and seductively horny. White always seems to have that effect virginal on me.
As we drive to the hotel for the start of our honeymoon, I let my hands feel
the silkiness of my thighs thru my stockingtops. Slipping a finger into the
bridlegarter and moving the lace skirt wide apart so that my husband could
catch a flurtive glance of what’s to come. Once or twice, his own hand trys
to intervene, but I brush it away not wanting to ruin a night of unashamed
lust, now perfectly legal and above board. The champagne is on ice as we walk
into the room, and two fruit glasses have been placed on the bedside table.
The waiter hangs around just long enough to pop the cork, and wish us the best
of luck, leaving us staring with embarrassment into each other’s eyes. “I
think I’d better change out of these clothes,” I remark. “Not a very good
idea,” replies Mark, “I want to take you exactly as you are!” He downs his
drink in one gulp. Puts his glass on the table and comes towards me. “No
please, please wait, give me a few minutes, it’s all happening too fast”, but
he doesn’t, just stares at me and moves his hand up to my shoulders and lets
...End of the part2. To be continued..