As I followed her into the basement the box was rubbing against my shorts and making my cock even harder. As we reached the bottom of the stair, Miche...le's phone rang. She pointed me to the laundry room, and told me to set the box in there, while she answered the phone upstairs. I walked into the room and set the box down. I looked down at my shorts and saw that there was an obvious bulge from hard cock. I did not want to walk back upstairs with my excitement that apparent. I was looking around. I could not believe how wet she was, her pubic hair was soaked and trimmed for a bathing suit all summer I imagined. I spread her open just a little and her pussy was so perfectly pink with labia fanning out from top to bottom like a butterfly. I tasted her and my tongue slid all the way up her, her wetness was thick and waxy in its substance, so slick to the touch I could slide my hand all the way down to that tiny asshole which looked like it was bubbling with the wetness as my hand slid back. .." That fat fuck, I thought. "... and how to give and get pleasure. Not just fucking. But real erotic, sensuous pleasure." I could hear her breathing deepen; she was pulling in more air on each breath as she sat holding my foot between her legs."Would you like to do my other foot?" I asked."Actually, yes," she replied. But she quickly followed "But I don't think I better. This is, uh, very instructive, and uh..." Sensual." I completed her thought."Yes." Exactly," I said. I happened to glance. Lisa got behind me and guided my blouse into thewaistband for me, then I felt her close the back button and pulling upthe zipper.I tried to reach behind me to feel the way the skirt smoothed over mybackside, but before I knew it, however, Lisa was pulling it back up--wayup. It was bunched around my hips as Lisa tugged down on the tails of myblouse, pulling it snugly over my shoulders and breast forms. Then shegently pulled my skirt back down, smoothing it over my thighs. It feltwonderful--so.