" I've got some wine, too. Interested?" Absolutely."Karen grinned. "I'll pull out some chairs and the citronella candles." She then nodded toward the ...ake and twitched her eyebrows. "Looks like you're not quite done for the day."Oh boy, Vanille thought. The two blond young men had visited her table at least five times during the day, far more than anyone else. They were in the minority, as she guessed that most everyone else was thirty or over. The pair walking up were in their early twenties. .the control. I leaned forward and gently pushed you back. I slid off the bar, took your hand and led you upstairs to the lounge. I gently pushed you down onto the couch, got on my knees in front of you and began undoing your pants. Your manhood was hard and waiting for its release. I gently pulled down your boxers to reveal the monster that had been trying to get out. Pleased with its size I began to stroke it with my hand, grasping and releasing. Now I was in control. I could tell by your. Now I was able to see what it was like. I studied it first. I felt its size with my fingers; ran them across the veins; stuck out my tongue and just barley touched it. I watched as it jumped to my touch. I then put the head in my mouth. Tasted it. Ran my tongue around it. I was rewarded with Wagner's moans from what he was doing to me. I began working it into my mouth. It was hard: in every sense of the word. I realized it would take some practice to get it into my throat. It was either too big. Maybe it was just something that was meant to be for that day. As she showered, thinking, she began to enjoy the way the little jets of water hit her body, she turned around letting the water hit the front of her body, the streams of water hitting her chest making her nipples erect. She picks up the body wash, opens it up and puts some onto the bath scrunchie she uses, she begins to wash her arms and the back of the neck, as she moves to the front of her body, washing her chest, she.