Top Blog: BUSTY ANGELIQUE wasn't quite over, but I sensed a vague melancholy in our mood as we finished in the kitchen and retired to the living room sofa to snuggle and reminisce about these few days together. Tomorrow would be Sunday and Connie wanted to go home after breakfast to take care of her weekend chores and get ready for her return to work on Monday.
The snuggling became more loving as the conversation waned. Connie snaked my growing penetrator out of my shorts and gently fondled. She uncrossed her legs when my hand insinuated itself between her soft thighs to squeeze and please. She moaned her approval of my ministrations into our softly searching kiss, and then broke the kiss to whisper, "Lover, let's go to bed early ...?" I was glad Connie shared my lust and my wish to make the most of our last evening together.