The shaft bent for just a moment then, with a loud moan, his asshole opened. The head and about an inch of my shaft was suddenly buried in his hot boy...pussy. "Damn," he moaned. "It's bigger than my dildo. Let me get used to it for a second."He just sat there, my cock just barely inside his ass, as the muscles of his anal ring twitched and squeezed, slowly relaxing. After about two minutes, he relaxed enough that he began to raise and lower himself slowly, working more of my cock into his. It was one thing to be jaded, quite another to be frigid. What he sought in a companion was a bedfellow motivated primarily by lust and risk. He was convinced that Zoe was such a woman.Naturally, Alcaeon was pleased when he returned to the baths and found the courtesan in the heated pool. While most Malacanian women bathed at home and in private for reasons of custom, the hetairai were encouraged to mingle freely with men in the public bathhouses. Zoe wasn't the only woman present there.. I made tracks back along the seafront, but Sandra was still moaning about being soaked. Her jacket zipper had broken had her tee-shirt was wet.I pulled in at a mini-golf course and got Sandra to look in my work bag. There was one of my old work shirts that she pulled out. We sat in the car and to my surprise, she pulled her tee-shirt off, revealing her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts were firm and fair sized. I smiled remembering the camel-toe vision too and looked away feeling. She took another drink and turned the page in her book. Her fingers went to her nipple and gave it a squeeze before going back between her legs. Her movements caused her hips to slide forward a little and her legs were now open wide. She didn’t tease herself anymore; her finger moved up and down between her folds and parted her labia. Stealing a quick glance to Stephanie and ignoring me completely she seemed satisfied that she wasn’t under scrutiny from the management and began to flick her.