Ghost from the past

He set her down next to the bed and continued to kiss her. He put his thumbs under the straps and peeled them back off of her shoulders, letting the dress drop to the floor. She had incredible tits, her areoles were dark, and about three inches across, and her nipples were hard as diamonds, extended and fully distended. He kissed down her neck; she tilted her head without thinking. He kissed down her chest to her breast. He lightly kissed her breast, avoiding the center and filling her with anticipation. She put her fingers through his hair and pulled his head into her bosom. He twirled his tongue around the dark ring surrounding her nipple. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing heavy. He kissed the nipple and then sucked her tit between his lips, occasionally griping gently with his teeth and pulling back, racking the nipple with his teeth. She bit her lip. It felt as if she were on fire. There was a stream running down her leg, forming a small puddle at her feet. She was very excited now. She wanted him. She grabbed his shirt near the collar and pulled hard. She was so focused she barely registered the sound of the buttons hitting the floor. She franticly groped for his belt. His pants dropped to the floor. She pushed his briefs down over his hips, letting them join his pants. She reached down to caress his manhood. My God, I can’t get my hand around it; in the pictures, they didn’t seem to be this big. She thought a moment whether he would get this inside her, but she was too far gone now to stop, all she knew was wanted him so badly she was going to try.