.she was mooning……and her thighs were hott and touching my dick…i slowly put my hands on her slimmy buttocks and pressed towards me her cunt(poo...u) was wet and little hairy….we moved on to bed and i made her lay on bed and opened her folded thighs apart…………………and positioned into 69 ….my face was burried into her thighs and her silky pubic hairs was brushing my lips…i opened her cunt lips and a lusty smell made my dick more hard and it was now on her face…i was licking the wet cunt lips and. For what seemed like minutes, she stood there staring blindly out of the window, watching students spill out of the building across the street. Some stoop shouldered, disappointed and grim, others half skipping with the bounce of springtime in their airy steps. For a brief she imagined where she would be, what she would be doing, and whether she would be happy had she not married Dr. Carl Dexter. A stewardess flying to Australia, maybe? A model on the cover of Vogue? ‘Uh, Mrs. Dexter,. “I will begin drawing a bath.” She said, keenly, eying the naked grime strewn prince without bothering to hide her distaste, “…Try not to sit down or touch anything,” she paused, “Just... Stand there.”She eyed him over one last time then left through a small sink curtain to a small side room, with a bath and he knew, other cleaning facilities.He stepped forward towards a dressing table around which were set up three, mirrors giving whoever sat in the center a full view of themselves, girls. From her position on the edge of the bed, she took my cock in her hand, as I lay back and let her do as she pleased. She stroked me expertly, lightly and with great skill. Her touch reminded me of the very best Thai masseuses I had met in my years in Amsterdam. Heather leaned over and started licking the tip of my now rampant cock, while continuing the shaft massage with one hand, and cupping my balls in the other. From my balls, which she squeezed pleasantly, her fingers wandered south. Soon.