As the gloss on my boots began to grow, so did my excitement. I foundmyself licking the boots more than polishing. Once I had finished shiningthe boo...s I would get off by softly rubbing the boot against my crotch. Mycock was usually pretty hard already from the excitement of licking theboot, but the feel of that boot toe on my cock was pure ecstasy. I alwaystried to stop rubbing in time to grab my jack-off rag to finish the job andkeep the jizz from going everywhere. It took more than two. Sweat bubbled on her brow and upper lip. “Wow, Richard, that was good, really good. It really was, thank you.” That massaged my ego and I smiled. “Glad you enjoyed it,” I said. “But we’re not finished yet.” I resumed my journey up and down her sopping cavern knowing that I was nearly done. The thrill of Gaynor’s orgasm had sent my cock pulsating wildly and my tightening balls warned me of the impending climax. Sure enough, within seconds, Gaynor’s eyes popped wide open as I expanded and. Soon it would be too much, I knew. If I didn’t escape the throbbing power of the chant I would in a matter of minutes be straddling some open mouthed hippie while the matrons of Krishna went screaming for the police. I had to get away, to calm the swelling urges in my loins, and perhaps, if I were lucky, to find some real satisfaction in the arms of a man of bone and blood. I practically ran from the festival, from the maddening echoes of the chant, knowing Xavier would understand my sudden. It feels so good, I was sure you were doing that already. Maybe your body is not ready yet. It’s too bad, you don’t know what you are missing. - Really? How do I know if I am ready?He took another sip from the scotch bottle and said: Come closer and lift your skirt for me honey. He gently teased the fabric of my white panties slowly approached what I later found out was my clit and delicately but expertly found the little bud between my lips and pressed on it. My legs immediately buckled and he.