I kissed him again, then slowly began to kiss down his body. Robby almost never wore a shirt, so his tanned body was exposed. I kissed down his chest ...nd slowly made my way to his shorts. They were easy to get off of him, and with that done, I was staring once again at one of my favorite things, Robby's cock. It was hard as stone again today, and I couldn't wait to have it. This time, instead of going strait to sucking it, I gently kissed it everywhere, and massaged his balls. Then I slowly. She took him in her mouth and sucked gently for a few moments, she could feel him watching her in the mirror but dare not look. She felt him slip the cane down the waistband of her panties, pushing at the gusset as if to push them off, she moved her knees apart to allow him access and then she felt him tighten, jerk slightly and his spunk rushed into her mouth. She swallowed it and licked it clean and then he moved her head away and ‘adjusted his dress’ as these British called it. He motioned. He stroked the lace at the top of my panties with his thumbs as my hands made their way to his belt, undoing it and his pants with little to no effort. Our mouths met again, pushing roughly against each other.His hands ran up my sides and reached behind me to unhook my bra, releasing my heaving breasts as I reached into his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his throbbing cock. He moaned into my mouth as I began stroking him gently. His body jerked and stiffened to my touch.“Stop,” he said. That fact would have comforted me at one time, but now it’s merely an observation. I used to dislike being naked, even when alone. Doesn’t bother me any more. I’ve worked hard to regain my health, and in the process, I’ve become more comfortable in my own skin than at any other time in my life. I still expect, though, to feel at least a little self-conscious being naked in an unfamiliar place and—very soon—with an unfamiliar person. However, I don’t today and that surprises me a little. It.