I was bored though. I was just running my hand up his leg, touching my fingertips against him. Massaging gently. He was sitting next to me. I touched ...y fingertips into his jeans, the seam in the denim rough. I intentionally caught my fingernails in the seam, just to make the pants move a little. Just a tease.I teased him for about half an hour, running my fingers over his cock, his pants tight. His pants were tight to start with, and I knew they were getting uncomfortable. He unzipped his. I had the window shades closed throughout the house to keep the outside temperature (well over a hundred degrees now) from radiating through the windows. The house was dim and sweltering.Rick moved from room to room, enlisting me to hold his flashlight while he worked on the wiring. While I was working as his unpaid apprentice, I found my eyes gazing at his body, his curly blond hair, deep-set blue eyes, and I was having naughty thoughts of holding his dick instead of his flashlight. Best done. There we got to know each other again. Shannon was twice divorced, no children, and was one of the best free-lance fashion designers in the city. That was a natural career for her. She was an inveterate fixer-upper. Her compulsion to remake people had cost her at least one husband, but it made no difference. She couldn’t help herself. It soon became clear that I would be her next project. ‘You know, Jeff,’ she said, taking a sip of chardonnay, ‘now that you’re down to your proper weight, I’ll. Oh God, Youre beautiful, he whispered and knelt above me, slowly pulling my sweatpants down. I pulled his tee shirt over his head and flung it across the bedroom and started breathing heavy when his face found my damp pussy. It was clear he was in no hurry and began to torture me with his gifted tongue. My entire body was quivering and the blanket underneath my butt was wringing wet from his attention as I grudgingly pushed him off and unsnapped his jeans as he knelt in front of me. I pulled.