She smelled like a mix between perfume, sweat, and something bleachy. I didn't know what it was but she didn't smell pleasant. I slid my tongue inside...her and she moaned. The first thing I noticed was how wet she was. She was much wetter than usual. Her juices started to run into my mouth.She must have really gotten excited from all the talk. Her juices were much thicker than usual. Sandy asked me if she tasted all right. I told her, " a little different, but delicious." She seemed to relax. He said well when was the last time you were used and drained.I was abit stunned at his forward question and yet aroused by it. He then said I noticed you squeezing yourself a few times as I worked.I said I was and am aroused by your body hair. he smiled, he asked if I had hair, I said some but not like him.he smiled again n asked if I needed to be used, I said well what exactly did you have in mind.he smiled n said for me to be his toy, to be used and abused for his pleasure and in return he. He gruffed a frustrated sigh as he headed for the shower.Down in the kitchen cum living room on the back of our three-story home, some fifteen minutes later, my sex-on-legs lingerie was now covered by an easy accessible or removable, knee length black gypsy dress. Elastic waistline and plunging neckline, I felt flirtatious in the dress, yet armed and ready for action in the underwear and heels. My red hair had been arranged in a full and wavy mess down my back, secured off my face with one or. ..how much more right do you need?"I reached up, without thinking, and took her face in my hands and pulled her towards me as I leaned forward. Her eyes opened wide as mine closed. Our lips touched and my tongue slipped across her lips. She gasped and opened her mouth against mine allowing my tognue to slip and and brush agaisnt her piercing. When I opened my eyes and leaned back she was the one blushing. "I...I was just k**ding," she said. But her face and eyes were saying something different..