Top Blog: BUSTY KELLY KAY sounded like a plan. "Yes, Dear." In mock subordination.
We were pretty efficient and, when I was putting away the last of the condiments, Connie was loading the last few dishes in the washer. I turned to look at my lusty love and grew from half hard to nearly stiff almost instantly. I was behind her and she was bending over - much like the other morning when she ¡¥flashed' me. Her legs were straight and slightly apart and her derriere was gorgeous sheathed in clinging coral satin.
I stepped close and stroked over those enticing curves. She was cutely pert, "Now be careful, Honey." She felt wonderful and I let my ¡¥cat out of the bag' to let him be a little more ¡¥comfortable'. As I've noted before, there is an especially deep sexual pleasure for me in the feeling of my lower groin and penis hugging and rubbing the soft, round cushions of my woman's derriere. Connie had just a couple more plates to put in when her Admirer nudged the satin crease between her cheeks. In mock admonishment, "Maarrk!? You're so bad." I lifted the skirt and nosed my eager penis between the cheeks of her bum to the lips of her vulva.
