Kissing her way down every crevice of Claire’s body landing on her dewy mound. Suckling...she deepthroated clair rough. Her hands with gentle firmne...s twisting Clair’s mound. Kissing it with soft nibbles and pecks. Petting her slow. Biting her neck.with tender love bites. ‘ ahh...’ she moaned. ‘Relax. I love u.’ She moaned. Opening clair s legsnwide and gazingsprllbound. Like a sudden storm , She jolted herself on her neice. Thrusting softly then in vigor. Riding her neice harshly was cass,s. He had a look of utter confusion. She lit several candles and the room emerged from the darkness."Jason Hill, sometimes you are the densest, blindest, most out-to-lunch guy in the whole world. You are just oblivious to life around you. Kiss me." What?" I won't ask again. I want you to kiss me... just me," said Becky.Jason was dumbfounded. He was speechless. Yet, he knew exactly what to do. He just didn't know why. He leaned forward and gently placed his lips on Becky's. Her lovely, sexy smell. I start to say something but you put a finger to my lip and begin to unbutton my jeans and pull out my cock. You begin stroking it out in the open where anyone could see making grow harder and harder within your hands. I reach over and begin to feel your tits again as you stroke my cock then suddenly you bend over and begin to lips the tip of my cock. I can't help but let out a small moan as I know how much you enjoy teasing me. I begin looking around for a more private place because I can't. I only ever shaved down there, and never in some of these regions.“Okay, you are now ready for the artist. He only has thirty minutes to complete it, so good luck!”“So, the artist, body painter, whatever, is a guy and not a female?” I asked in shock.“Yes, Steve is a guy,” she answered.“But are there not women artists from the beauty school?” I asked as the butterflies in my stomach now took flight and I was anxious to the point of almost shaking.“Well, yes, most of the body paint artists are.