She wordlessly took his shirt and walked to the laundry room and shut the door. Behind closed doors she let her knees go week like they wanted to and ...et herself lean against the wall for support. Wooooow, she thought, he really is built like a human tank. And all those tattoos…. Snapping herself out of it, she put his shirt in the washer for him and headed back to the kitchen. Otis wasn’t there, and as she walked around, she found him on the couch wiping his vest off with a paper towel. * * *. Now she was constantly stroking my dick and I was playing with her boobs and ass while kissing her. It was not working I was not able to cum. I think it was the cold water resting my dick to starting point d moment she stopped stroking but she always had a way to make me cum. She knew how much I loved her ass and what she did shocked me. She took a dip and came up with her bikini bottom in her hand. It was just great to know she was almost naked in d busy beach with clear waters. She said are. So if the subject bothers you don't read this. I do enjoythose of you who have written to say you enjoy them.?Lauren?Westley([email protected]).Chapter 1The BeginningThe beginning of any journey seems to start innocuously. And so didthis journey. I was 18 years old and my best friend Don was just a fewmonths older then I. We had grown up together in a tough city at thetime, New York. Both Don and I were skinny teens although I was aboutfive inches shorter then Don. He was six foot tall. Don. I blinked and looked down at my shimmering legs. Today was a day of manymistakes, and one of those was to tell of the disagreeable tights. Bienethought that that had to do with the hairs on my legs. Full scale protestdidn't help, the hairs were removed. And I must admit my smooth legs, nowfreshly treated with lotion, really felt good in tights.I'd also unknowingly committed an earlier mistake. I had often told Bienehow great she looked in her jeans-miniskirt. She wore it far tooinfrequently,.