Fuck me” Miss Smith managed to say in between my slow thrusts.“Please?” I asked, a grin forming on my mouth.“Please, please fuck me.” I grab...ed her shoulders from behind, thrusting deep into her. Miss Smith let out a sharp whimper, and she bit lightly into my neck.My thrusts increased in pace, sliding my full length out, then hammering it in. Miss Smith began mewing into my ear in time with our bodies colliding in a satisfying slap. I felt my toes begin to go numb, and knew I was about to cum.. That takes her by surprise."W-T-F!" (What the fuck!) she says."You're covered with cum," I reply. "It's against one of my personal laws to waste cum."She then leans forward again, only this time she licks my face."Mine, too," she replies. "We both need a good tongue bath."We probably spend the next hour or so licking every inch of each other's body. Obviously, she's not my first. But, if she had been, she would have turned me into a girl lover that night. It is special. That night we get to. Lesbian one turned to lesbian two and asked sarcastically,“Is he one of the ones you want between your legs, you little cunt?”Lesbian two looked at me and made a face like she was contemplating vomiting at the thought.“He’s not my type, you bitch, I told you I like them with a lot darker shade of skin than this specimen of indoor man.”That statement proved accurate when I walked into the kitchen the following evening to find my Ramon bending that same lesbian number two over the messy table and. All except one, that is. Mrs. Brothers hired Benny to carry out general services in her home every Saturday morning from eight until noon (Mr. Brothers was always at the bank during those hours). Those services might be anything from stripping old wallpaper, to cleaning bird poop off the garden statuary, to rearranging junk in her attic. She cleverly cleared hiring his services with his father, saying it was her opinion that every young person should have some kind of scheduled, productive.