I do as you say and feel your hand stroke across my arse. As my arse lifts to meet your hand you move away from me, so my arse is lifted up and my pus...y is soaking wet. I hear you laughing quietly and I know you can see how wet I am. I lay as I am while I wait to find out what you are going to do next. The waiting is unbearable and every second feels like a minute. I hear the door open and I’m not sure if you have left or not. Suddenly I feel a pair of hands on my thighs that are slowly. "I'll be ready by seven."Friday night I was examining myself in the mirror for the umpteenth time when the doorbell rang. I had on the good old basic black dress, cut a bit above the knees, combined with low heels and pantyhose. I really wasn't much of a dress wearer and definitely did not take to heels. The boots I had worn in my early twenties before I went to technical college and running shoes were more my style. Not that I'm butch, you understand. I just prefer comfort.George looked very. I noted to myself how lovly her pussy was. bend down I began to roll my tongue over her now swollen clit. As I worked her entire pussy with my tongue she grabbed my head and squirt in my mouth. She tasted like honey. Catching her breath she layed m back and started sucking on my precum covered dick. She sucked n my head and even deep throated me. Then looked up and told me she wanted my cum in her mouth. The thought alone sent my hot perm ozzing out to satisfy her requedt. She looked up at me. Saying, “Bye,“ he continued his sales business along the beach.After noon, about two-thirty, Jeff still saw me there at the beach and suggested that he could be my guide at a very reasonable amount for the duration of my stay. I agreed and felt it was a very good arrangement.Jeff helped me to get around the city for the next few days and also introduced me to various clubs and Samba schools. I had expressed my desire to participate in the Samba Parade; though he informed me that prior.