Katrina Willis

runs away swaying those tits back and forth. That evening, I was laying on the recliner watching little Britain (my favorite British comedy) while enjoying my tea. I kept dozing off back and forth and hadn’t known that she had come home. I kept hearing footsteps and then realized that she had walked in silently into the family room, wearing just a tight short tank top that made her breasts push and pop up half way with no bra, and short shorts. I was wearing a cargo pair of shorts and a t-shirt. My daily habits were to always take a shower when I’d get home and enjoy a beverage. Without warning, Kathryn dropped to her knees between my legs. Before I knew it, she had unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my button and was on her way to