Pure perfection. The first of these ladies was a beautiful woman. Busty, probably 36DD's curly brunette hair, and parked in front of my place every ni...ht. She was the start of the parade of women that would walk down my street every night. She drove an old shitbox of a car that she let warm up for several minutes before leaving. I like to think that she was just doing that as an excuse to watch me. This night I was waiting for her as she approached. As usual, I was already hard, stroking slowly. She asked herself if Karmella really needed to be punished for her arrogance. Venezia took a deep breath. The petite rich girl’s tongue circled Venezia’s nipple while her soft fingers played with Venezia’s wet lips. What, did one tender moment make up for all the spoiled, snobby attitude and behavior? Venezia’s thumb slid deeper between Karmella’s vulva. The redhead inhaled sharply, sucking Venezia’s breast harder for a second. Venezia put her left hand on Karmella’s orange hair and urged her. “Another G and T, when you have minute babe.” Said Sheryl. The stewardess smiled coyly, at being addressed ‘babe’ by the straight-talking, northern pop singer. ———————————- “So Brad, you in the mile high club?” Asked Sheryl as she sipped her second drink.” “Sheryl!!!” Exclaimed Theresa, when she heard her friend’s impolite question. “It’s OK, as a matter of fact, I’m not.” He said coolly. “Hmmm…what an opportunity,” said Sheryl. Theresa licked her lips as Sheryl stroked the athlete’s strong,. She could hardly focus on the project, her thoughts constantly turning to images of him tearing off her skirt. She wiggled in her chair and rubbed her legs together to quite the tingling between her thighs, and saw him looking directly at her with a naughty smile playing over his lips. She smiled back and stood up- pretending to be going to the little Kitchenette to get some coffee. He stood up and followed her, watching her undulating hips in her short skirt and her legs covered in sheer.