She had a beautifully trimmed strip of red pubic hair almost like a landing strip about an inch wide. Apparently she had been trimmed up to wear a bik...ni. At that distance I could smell a wonderful sweet aroma of perfume and young girl. Fighting every urge I had to throw her down and go at it, I regained composure and stood up and gently uncrossed her arms to see her perfect little B cups. “Mr Greg do you still think im pretty like this?” “You mean naked Crissy?” “Yea, I am skinny, and not as. Again not saying a word he reached over and put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. I took his cock in my mouth and loved the taste, it was so pretty and hard. I couldn't believe that here I was dressed like a whore and on my knees in the trash behind a garbage dumpster sucking black cock. The next thing I new he pulled me up turn me around and pushed on my back to bend me over. He reached up and pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties and hose down and I was thinking. “Fine!” I laughed, “But you can drive me home as well tonight!” I turned, and he followed me inside, pinching my butt as he did. I went upstairs and waited for him to take his shoes off before joining me. All of a sudden I felt a great anticipation to feel his cock on my tongue, to wrap my lips around it. At that thought, I could feel myself getting wet. I stripped my newly-dressed clothes off and folded them on the chest of drawers for later. When Richard came into the room, I was stood with. With the bubbles, I can lay there and feel my cock floating up happily, with no need to be self-conscious because the turbulence of the water offers a veil, except of course when sometimes the tip of my cock surfaces like a dolphin coming up for air. I was in this self-satisfied state when Cathy came over and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi for a chat. She was wearing a loose short turquoise dress, and as she sat, her legs crossed, not much of her thighs were covered. She had a good sense of.