“I know. But then again, it’s so right.” As she said that, I leaned down to kiss her passionately. She kissed me back with equal force. “Oh, J...hn,” she moaned. I groaned into her mouth as I continued kissing her, and soon I felt her hands unbuttoning my jeans. She fumbled with the buttons for a minute before she finally undid my jeans and slid them down, revealing my boxers, where my hard-on was poking out. “I finally want to see it,” she said as she bit her lip, her hands rubbing my boxers as. Beautiful. Shaved. Wet.As the woman stroked her lover to semi-stiffness, she looked at Leigh, pointed to the sleeping man’s still-hard cock, and Leigh could read her lips as she said, silently, “Stroke him.” Leigh, still mesmerized, obeyed as if in a trance. She reached over and grasped her host’s cock, which quickly grew very hard in her hand. He began to stir, and arch his back a little. Leigh leaned over, whispered for him to relax, then took his t-shirt from the backpack and slipped it over. I have a couple of very short skirts that he likes me to wear. I know that one of them in particular, the denim one with a slit up the back, shows some of my bum when I bend over. I admit that sometimes I enjoy it when I notice some guy has obviously just witnessed my arse.Not nearly as much as Roland does. I wish that I could relax more and let him enjoy showing me off, but I am too shy. That’s why it’s hard to believe what happened this day. It was an unusually hot Sunday towards the end of. Can I get you anything else?”“No ma’am I’m good.”Back in her bedroom Emily lie with her head on Everett Fielding’s stomach watching as she toyed with his cock. He had a hand on one of tits squeezing her nipple. He was hard and she was skinning him back to see up close and personal his uncovered glans. It seemed to spread out once out of the confines of his foreskin. As she slowly stroked Everett Fielding tried to move upward to get his dick to her mouth. Emily was tempted to suck that.