The wet chemises and bloomers clung to the young flesh like sticky tape and left nothing to the vague imagination - even Justine's beautiful bosom was...presented to me in the most desirable veiling. It was an abundance of dancing titties and jumping buttocks, and even the two hairless camel toes were presented in their original alluring form that I had to hide my rampage under the book I was pretending to study! But it seemed clear to me, that the sisters had begun to love me in the way I. She was slurping and sucking like she was starving for it. Brittany had instantly proven herself to be the perfect Personal Assistant, ever since the very first job interview where she had fucked and sucked her way into the position two weeks ago. She had recently started a routine of greeting Mr Jones every morning with a hot, steaming coffee and a wet, filthy blowjob, ‘It’s important to start the day off right, Mr Jones!’ She had giggled as she dropped to her knees eagerly. Brittany sucked. Evelyn was kind and waved it off. “Oh, don’t you worry about that. I know what happens when boys wake up. Besides, it’ll go away.” With that she resumed the massage. She rubbed up and down B’s legs, giving his thighs a good working over. Her strong fingers in such close proximity to his hardon started B’s imagination running. He closed his eyes and felt her fingers knead his thighs, indirectly pulling the skin around his balls. So in short, it did not go away.“Did you enjoy that?” She said,. Inwardly, he smiled. Kerry had had no trouble at all taking charge of the tiny redhead, and Mark fully expected the same control as the evening progressed. At 6 feet 5 inches tall, he was as ripped as his wife and just as confident in his prowess with the muscle that bulged between his legs. The hints that Kerry had given about her dissatisfaction with Mark's performance in bed had been just the right lure to bring Monica and her fiancé over for what they expected to be an evening of.