This bastard was not going to get Kendi. It seemed that my life for hers was a fair trade to me.My gait is kind of John Wayneish. My shoulders rock fr...m side to side with each step. I don’t know how I did it, but as we passed the pool table I rocked to the left, pick up a ball in my left hand, rocked to the right and spun. My right hand swept his gun out of the way, with my left, bringing up the ball and smashing it as hard as I could just in front of Mr. James Riker’s right ear.He dropped like. It was just a quiet whirring sound at first, somewhere between her legs. And then she felt it. A delicious caress from a smooth, sensual feeler between the lips of her pussy, and then another.'Oooooh!' She breathed. She was so lucky to be a girl. Every touch was sheer magic.Little flicks at her nipples, a rubbery sting, instantly they stiffened, only to be sucked into little cups. Feathery soft whisks teased her breasts until she was distracted with sensation, her arms frustratingly out of. A couple of hours later and I was simply gagging for a cumshot.When out of the blue there was a knocking on the door. ‘fucking hell’ I cursed to myself as I got dressed and went downstairs, on opening the door there stood a younger man of around 22ish, he was actually 26, he looked frozen. I asked him what he wanted and he said he was canvassing for a charity, I said “I’m not interested but come in for a warmth” as he stepped in.As he stood in the kitchen I made him a coffee as he spouted his. The first couple of sessions I left my boxer briefs on (I do this with all student) however, and exception would be made with her. During the first two sessions there was some giddy flirting going on and I would acknowledge it and move the conversation on. Some of it was a maturity level and some was chemistry between her and me.During a massage when a client leaves their briefs on, we will tuck the sheet in the waist band when we begin working the back. This keeps them covered and secures the.