Ourfingers touched for probably a bit longer than they should and I couldfeel myself blush.'I can't call you Ben now can I? What is your feminine name...'Fuuuuuuck!!!!!!!!!! Not only was he bloody gorgeous, he was also really,really nice. Charming to the extreme, funny and very, very interested inme. I couldn't believe that this had worked out so well. Theconversation was relaxed. I really enjoyed his company and he reallyseemed to enjoy spending time with me. We covered an enormous range. Jean Burgess made the mistake of coming over to their cabin to see what was taking so long.“Poo! Smells like a brothel in here! How long are you girls gonna be?” he said, poking his head around the door of their cabin.He was met by a hailstorm of high-heels, hairbrushes, compacts and nailfiles and was lucky to escape without losing an eye as he beat a hasty retreat.“Fuck em’! How long does it take them to iron a white-front, polish their shoes and comb their hair. I’ve laddered three pairs of. Connie then stepped back and quickly undressed. Se then knelt, placing my daughter's holes at the perfect height for a kneeling Connie. Connie then went to work on my daughter and sent her from one orgasm to the next, with little break in between. In a devious move, Connie then transitions from licking my daughter's vulva to rimming her tight little virgin anus. "Oh Aunt Connie" my embarrassed and surprised daughter explained, "That feels so naughty...." And yet you love the feeling" commented. Joi looks over the top edge of her glasses. “The game is service. And that means?” Ashley hesitates. “On my knees?” “ Is that an answer or a question?” Ashley stands up straighter. “On my knees.” “ That's better,” Joi encourages. “Always on a lower level. Now if the game calls for romance or seduction, equal footing would be fine. The game of service has very specific rules. And never, ever, ever pink undergarments – unless told to wear them of course.” Joi smiles softly. Some girls need to.