Now i may be a princess by title but i was no saint. I ordered her to wash me, she was used to it by now but i’d always throw in a little surprise t... catch her off guard every-time. She took the sponge and starting rubbing my back applying a bit of pressure, as she did that I quietly as possible let out a small few moans, i looked down at my naked body, my nipples were hard and pink, i played with my left nipple running it in between my finger, pinching it and i could feel some butterflies in. “Are you listening to this guy J? I think he wants to take me for a spin.”“It’s ok honey, he's absolutely right. If I owned an expensive sports car, I may even want to sit in the passenger seat while an expert took her around the track. Are you a good driver, Alex?” He smiled and ordered us all another round, as well as three shots of tequila. Sarah looked flustered and excused herself to go to the ladies room. I leaned over and told J how stunning she was, and asked if she knew about our. I was 17 at the time - I live in England, so I was above the age of consent. I was still doing an evening paper round to help pay my way through college and one of my regular customers was a middle aged lady who lived on her own down the end of a country lane. I’ll call her Julie here. Julie had dark hair, a lovely friendly face, average height, almost completely flat chested, but with a lovely curvy bum. I completely fancied her. I was a very shy lad. I’d been to an all boys school and had. Your expression is a mirror for my own as you gaze back. Reaching down, I lift myself up and guide you into me, sinking fully onto you. Holding you still inside me, I continue. I run my hands over one shoulder to your arm. Massaging your biceps, I draw all tension down the length of your arm towards your hand, out through your fingertips. My fingers dig into muscle raking down your arm. Setting your hand gently on my shoulder as I work on your body, my cunny holds you snug and warm inside me..