#351498 - She rests her hand on my forearm, and as my heart skips a beat for joy, she whispers in my ear, her warm breath making me tremble: ‘Count to 10, honey – and then follow me home!’ So I take any shopping bag that she has been carrying, maybe her coat as well if it would spoil the view, and I wait those few seconds whilst she walks ahead several paces. My skirt is bunched around my middle, and I put my legs together for a moment whilst she tugs my panties down and off, and then I spread them apart. She puts her head back for a second, giving a shake to her shoulder-length brown hair, and I kiss the base of her throat with a fierce growl of possessiveness – you are mine, all mine, only mine! I give a firm tweak to her tits, and then quickly reach behind her back to remove her bra.