” I moved a hand up to stroke her scalp, wiggling my fingers alongside her ringlets. While women don’t like it when you mess up their expensive ha...rdos, her hair style allowed me to lightly scrape my fingernails along her scalp, and I felt her shudder a bit as my fingertips brushed her forehead.She turned her face up to mine, and I naturally bent down slightly to meet her lips. Despite the slow start, she definitely felt more hungry than romantic, as the kiss felt a bit like having my mouth. I heard the footsteps approaching, then saw his shadow. Then I saw him, a black guy. He was wearing a wife beater t-shirt and Nike shorts. He looked at me for a second before going away. I was so disappointed as I heard his footsteps growing fainter. Then I heard him go into a booth, and a porno came on. I swallowed my pride; if he won't come to me, I'll go to him. There was no one else in the arcade, so I walked naked to his booth. The door was cracked! I opened it a little and looked in. He. Her hand slipped to my shorts and squeezed my cock"You are a bad man Ben, teasing me on the beach then walking away"Her husband laughed and, slipping on the shorts Maria had brought him he said "Let us show you a nice walk close to here. I'm sure you'll like it"As we walked along a coastal path, I was impressed at their excellent English although I found the accent to be quite sexy. Maria told me about the Scottish friend she had met on a student exchange."His name was Peter and like Max, my. She taught me how to lick her clit and to put my penis between her legs, entering her with a forceful pumping action. She became like a drill sargent, making me work as hard as I could, but she would bask in her success and she began to call my penis hers.A few weeks of being Mrs. Smythe's hand man, she said that I had passed her final inspection and was ready. What she meant by this, I would soon find out.The next time I came to her house, I noticed several cars in her driveway, so feeling.