#38543 - If I am not going to swoon from this too much enjoyment and contentment, then I truthfully don’t know what it is that is going to come to pass to me. How is he able to glimpse and spot me in this infinite gathering and mound of darkness while I myself cannot see anything at all? Is it a paranormal or mystical endowment of his or what? I cannot tell… At a snail's pace and quietly, his hand attains for my gear—I am wearing a tawny-colored trousers suit—and he yanks my trousers down warily so as to bring my within scarlet panties before his reach and have himself without difficulty locate his probing fingers straight into my vagina and shocked pussy as an effect. It is like he knows the exact points and spots to tap as well as how to fondle and caress them.