A Ginger Homemaker Enjoys Passionate Moments On The Loveseat

We spread papers on her kitchen table and got right down to work. When Edith opened her door to greet me, I was disappointed to see that I would be stuck with a mousy, buck-toothed nerd with a bad complexion. I could see fear in her eyes, but I also couldn’t help but notice that she licked her lips, and was having trouble breathing normally. She was so tight. I can see perfectly clearly without my glasses. I felt both more muscular and more energized, definitely with a stronger libido than a day ago, and a clarity of mind that told me I had had a significant bump in my IQ. “Do you like it, baby?”
I could see the craving in her eyes, intoxicated with lust. It was as though she was seeing me for the first time. I pulled her to her feet, and turned her around. She pulled my shirt apart snapping the buttons, ripped off my undershirt, and then dove for my belt buckle. “All those numbers. I… My desire was to have her