’ I extended my hand and noticed for the first time that he was wearing leather work gloves. He removed his right glove and shook my hand. His hand ...as as soft and warm as his crooked smile. ‘Well, Penny Collins-Lynch, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Mike, and I’m also the last person whose name you’ll need to remember. ‘However, he smiled, ‘I doubt that you will, I’m the one who has to empty your waste basket.’ Well, okay, he was only the janitor, but I needed a friend and he was handy. This. Her other hand was in a tight fist at her waist.“He licked my pussy from behind and touch a fingertip to my asshole. I froze, but he rubbed it in little circles while he kept licking my pussy. I was going crazy and when his fingertip pushed into my ass, I was ready for it. Then he pulled it out and he licked my asshole. It was so fucking hot, I thought I was going to scream.”Kat paused and just looked at Red. Red’s nipples were hard little pebbles. There was a dark spot on the front of her. ..soon."Her hands were now on the back of my neck, and she used then to pull my head down so she could claim my mouth with hers. Even though the kiss was as soft as she wanted it to be, she'd now become more assertive.I opened my eyes as we kissed, hers were closed, I pulled back on the pressure slightly, but her mouth followed, again seeking mine, even with her eyes closed I could see the rapture on her face. The kiss, as always, was just another canoe launched into the slow flowing river, the. Fully engorged, aroused by the memory of Cathy's departure, my cock towers over me, bloated and huge and slick with rivulets of precum flowing freely down the shaft. I'd touch it if I thought I could do any good: whatever qualms I used to have about masturbation are long, long gone by now. But that fucking ring just sits there, winking in the dim moonlight from my window, preventing me from doing anything but torture myself.Still, I can't help but touch it.But no sooner do my fingers touch the.