She parked her car, and checked her makeup and her neck length auburn hair in the mirror. Greg went shopping, every day, for a week before his vacation, trying to pick out the perfect outfit. The fact of the matter was that Greg was a little shy, and very afraid of getting hurt again. “Oh God Greg, don’t stop, don’t ever stop!” The pace of her breathing quickened, as gushes of feminine ejaculate gushed past his fingers and on to his face. The way she moved, they way she turned her head made his heart flutter. He couldn’t believe what he read. His adventurous mouth soon found her divine mammaries and he licked and sucked on each nipple with the precision of a maestro, leading his orchestra to a familiar concerto. Greg walked up next to her, put his hand on the small of her back, and guided her through the growing crowd at the bar.
