He enjoys her natural goodness and kindness toward others. He can sit for hours listening to her play the piano. Mary required the skill of an artist...and someone familiar with publishing companies, so naturally, she asked him to help her with a memorial gift for her church. He did the artwork of several detailed pen and ink drawing of the church for her. He enjoyed creating the intricate religious theme borders framing the pages of the hymnal and book of psalms because he did them for her.. “Perhaps a massage tomorrow night might work out some of those kinks.” His look of concern is quickly replaced with a more devious smile as he adds, “…and once those are out we’ll add a few more.” I flush, but inwardly, I’m feeling badly about not being honest with him. I pause the machine and reply, “That sounds wonderful. How about if we barter the massage for a meal? Is there anything you don’t like or are sensitive too?” “I like it all! Meat, veggies, dairy, gluten... It’s all good.” “Wow,. My tongue slid into the wet depths of youthful delight. She made an animal-like groan, putting her hands above her head as if a sign of her total surrendering. A sign for even more. Her clit was wildly erect. It stuck out like a sign begging for the attention of a passing motorist. It seemed to have a mind of its own, a taste so sweet, and a feel so demonically right. She shivered as my tongue played over its swollen top, my hands working up her sides to seek out those fantastic tits. This girl. “Oh you little wench, come back here with that”, yelled Melissa, much to Charlene’s amusement.“No way”, I shrieked as I ran from her and hid behind Charlene. Melissa ran towards me and tried to catch me but Charlene was blocking the way. Their bodies came together, breasts touched breasts, nipples sc****d nipples. They gently wrestled in fun, Melissa reached over Charlene’s shoulders trying to get the thong from my hands. I could feel Charlene’s firm asscheeks against my tummy and thighs as she.