My pussy was aching to feel David's cock so I was about to find out just how much my new clothes turned him on.“David, just look what you've done to...my pretty blouse.”“I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.”“Did you enjoy it?” I asked smiling.“You don't know how long I've wanted to see you dressed like that and to do what I've just done.”“What have you just done, David? Say the words. Tell me what you like to do.”“I've just cum on your satin blouse.” I saw the first stirrings in his cock; even saying. She picked up a couple that were filled with ancient writings, but the one that caught her interest was a large black book filled with blank pages.“Can I help you?”Startled, Lydia turned around and saw a short skinny guy that stood about 5 feet tall with spiked hair, wearing a long black coat, and a tattoo of a cobra on his forehead.“Oh, uh--sure. I was just curious. I was looking at your books here and I noticed that this one had no writing in it.”The boy took the book from her hand and. Almost in a trance she opened it. The cubicle was a smooth curve of glass, the entrance not a door but an overlap in the design so she found herself watching him through two sheets of glass and the steam of the hot water. Even obscured the sight of him almost took her breath away, and she drank him in as he leaned his head back under the water, the droplets running in trickles down his chest, stomach, and between his legs. As her gaze lingered on his manhood she bit her lip, remembering him. I started to lick the fingers that were still wet from the recent visit inside her tunnel. I made sure I got every last drop of her juices from my fingers while at the same time I unbuckled my pants. I then took off the pants and my panties and threw them to the corner with hers. I also took off my shirt and bra and let them join the heap of clothing.I then kneeled and nodded to Amanda. She let her head relax as I directed my attention to her wet and inviting pussy. I felt her tremble as I.