Rina Strelnicov a Toby Wakefield story Chapter 3
As I followed the classy-looking widow from her bedroom through the hallway Rina’s husband’s silk kimono was giving me a sensuous massage. It was the most elegant garment I had ever worn. As a post-pubescent male, I was no longer mystified at how often my erections buttonholed me throughout the day. Entranced by the voluptuous swaying of Rina’s hips I almost laughed aloud when I realized how my fickle member was once again swinging heavily like a pendulum between my legs. Just the thought of...