She had shaggy blonde hair halfway down her back and a knock out figure. She was about five feet ten inches tall in her bare feet but she was never in...her bare feet. She almost always wore four to six inch stilettos. She had at least D-cup breasts that were surgically enhanced.Melinda was very nice to me and asked me to call her by her given name. That was fine by me and she called me by my first name too. I would take her to the gym in the morning and then two hours later I would take her to. I think she got as much of a sizzle from that contact as I did - she shuddered in excitement and drew away as I tried to pull her onto it. Then she danced over me in only her white high cut panties, one hand down the front. I did my duty and jerked, careful not to push too close to the edge. I actually heard Gwen's fingers squish into her pussy as she moaned and then said, "Oh fuck ... I need these off."She dropped her panties - no standing on ceremony - and stood still over me, feet planted on. And seeing she seems to be taking part like a born natural, I think its time we saw her in her natural state.”Pamela blushed but did not object and we untangled ourselves and wandered through to the bedroom. Jane left the kimono where it lay and was gloriously naked, and I dropped my trousers which would not have stayed up of their own accord. As we entered the bedroom, Jane gave me a look and a silent nod and I knew she wanted me to proceed with Pamela now before she had second thoughts. . I decide to take the bull by the horns. Or rather his horn. “What the matter? Doesn’t it work?” I taunt. His cock, already semi-erect stiffens in my hand. I pull him towards me by his cock. This is the final straw. He lunges at me. He is quicker, stronger and more determined than I expect. He pushes me against a tree and forces his lips against my mouth. He breaks off and nervously touches my breast. I position my legs to accept him but his cock is wilting in my hand. “You’ll have to.