-I watched her as she cooked on the stove with the sun entering through the window making a silhouette and defining her firm toned body. She bent over...to get things from the fridge and cupboards I just watched her tight smooth ass, a perfect ass, it turned me on so much that I imagined running my fingers over it, massaging it. When she served me food at the table, I got a look down the low neck of my halter which gave me a perfect view of her deep cleavage. She has perfectly tanned skin and a. ’ So although my better sense told me to back away, I was also acutely aware that my staff was quickly rising, almost as if it was straining to reach her just as she strained to reach me. She reached out with her tongue, just able to reach the underside of my member as she strained against the chains. The warm gentle touch sent shivers up my spine. I took a step closer and put some space between my dagger and her neck. Now able to reach me, she opened her mouth wide and took me in. I had not. Saturday! I’m so messed up, what when wrong?” The fleshly and over-sexed 23 year old whispered in her head. A faint and feeble flavor of crotch and cum stuck in her throat like the seasoning of a Christmas goose. The taste vivid on her dry lips, the memory muted by the rounds of rum. Tricia Saratopia, an attractive and confident deli clerk from Hampton, New Hampshire stirred about, shifting uneasily in her bed slowly, almost slow motion, touching her face and her closed eyelids with her finger. We only danced the slow numbers and they molded their bodies to mine making sure to press their breasts into my chest and keep as little space as possible between our groins. With an erection, I tried to keep my distance but they closed the gap and pressed their crotch right up against my rod. The movements of the dance were exaggerated by the girls to the point that they were literally dry-humping with me.As the dance progressed I caught sight of the football team captain and two of his.