Sure they would change with freedom. Now they only knew how to serve and please. I was understanding how I always screwed things up by caring, loving ...nd pleasing them. Yet, nothing is greater than seeing the satisfaction in the eyes of a well-fucked woman. I dreamed and allowed my tiny bathers to clean me. It was like last night. It was more gentle and took a lot longer. When I was clean they lay me on a towel by the tub and began to dry me with her mouths. They sucked each water drop from me.. Her head had been racing during the whole drive, mentally practicing what she was going to do, what she was going to say, and all the possibilities of what could happen. For most of her drive she envisioned everything going great, just as she wanted it to. She would feel charged, impatient and her heart warm in anticipation. The closer she got to the lake the more and the longer her thoughts would bounce to everything going wrong and the butterflies who were happily playing in her heart would. One day after the tuition, while studying hindi,her boobs was showing off in the tight pink t-shirt she was wearing.She used to smell great. I could not control myself. I placed my lips on hers and started to kiss her passionately. She did not respond actually she was startled. I told her that i loved her so much and would do anything for her.She did not talk to me much after that incident and it was the time for half yearly exams. The second exam was Hindi which was on Monday on Sunday we have. "I did as she asked, but watched through slittted eyelids as she ran her hand down inside the front of her skirt and when she brought the hand back out I could see that the fingers were wet. "Okay, you can open them now," and when I did she put a finger to my mouth and told me to lick it and I did. It tasted funny, kind of salty, but I didn't recognize the taste. Then Vickie said, "Now that you've tasted Harold's cum do you still want to eat me after he screws me?"What I wanted to do was run to.