Have you seen a man wank, Consuella?' 'No,' the housekeeper said, eyes watching him, running over his naked bodyand resting on his now erect cock. 'No... I haven't.' 'I'm afraid it's not much. Tell her when you last wanked, Terrence.' 'Twenty-eight days ago, Miss Consuella,' he dutifully replied, his face burning. 'Well,' his wife said with a sneer, her wineglass in one hand and the otherslowly sliding the hem of her skirt up, 'you'd better get to it and try tomake it last longer than thirty. His face nuzzled back and forth and he smiled as he recalled the night on the cruise where he shaved her mound and then drank her come. December felt the warm breath of Ridge sweep over her. Her knees grew weak, but she bit her inner cheek, forced herself to regain the use of her legs and remained standing. ‘Ridge,’ she whispered when she felt his tongue flick at the juice that had seeped from her pussy. Her fingers never let up on the pressure she inflicted on him as she anchored herself to. Lynn opened her eyes and looked over at Paula and gave her a wink. Paula smiled looking a little scared and turned away blushing. I continued rubbing Lynn's back working my way down to her tight bikini. Paula turned back watching as I slid my hand under her elastic strings to her perfect round little ass. I gave Lynn a little spank and got more lotion to start again with her feet and work my way up her legs and between her beautiful succulent thighs. Lynn spread her legs slightly so I could et. I just let it happen and I would look forward to the so magical world of life with a man who I so simply and naturally delighted in pleasing. Literally my pleasure giving came in any and specific manner that he so desired. Incredibly nothing in my young perhaps rather naïve life ever pleased me more than simply being the person that lived in his home on Saturday and Sunday for the simple perfect purpose of being there as his and for the simple purpose of being his pleasure girl.At college my.