I simply nodded told her about my fetish for women's tummies. This seemed to turn her on.She pointed at my shorts. "Do you have any more in there?" sh... asked, smiling.My gaze dropped to her tummy and I focused on her navel, quickly feeling my penis hardening again. She put her hands on her hips and smiled a sexy grin."What say you come in and show me what a tummy-fetish is all about," she said in a naughty tone.Again I almost had a heart attack for the second time that day!I followed Louise. “One extra stroke for getting up,” I added. “Now bend over and stay bent over the bench until I tell you it’s over.” Swish, swish, another stinger and she gripped the bench and cried out. “Last two,” I announced. Swish, swish, two more lines appeared across her gorgeous bottom. After getting her composure back she stood up and faced us, “Right, get in the water. Let’s have no more distractions.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her body, her beautiful breasts, tanned body, flat stomach, toned. As he was an enormous man, I held my tongue. I wanted to call him a stupid nigger, but I'm not that dumb.At last we pulled up to the curb outside my house. I opened the door and stumbled out of the cab to my feet. I stood there wobbling around for a moment then closed the door. Leaning down I put my head in the front passenger window."Keep the change," I said as I handed the driver a fifty. The obnoxious fumes from the cigar filled my nose and lungs. I turned from the cab and walked in a. They had certainly become more organized and more desperate for new lands to rule.Beci had heard so many tales; most of which horrified her and left her cold. Some excited her.At nineteen Beci was impressionable. She had done a lot of strange things since she matured, since her breasts got bigger and golden red hair grew between her thighs; her sex would often ache and throb until she found ways to take care of it. If nothing else, Beci was inventive when it came to pleasuring herself.But, Beci.