Her dress dropped and pooled on the floor around her bare feet, her red painted toes now matched the orgasmic flush that coloured her neck and breasts...Bethany stood before me, sucking in deep breaths, her eyes locked on mine. Naked now bar her red panties that were stained dark with her cum.“Sorry, thank you, are you ok?” her first words for several minutes poured out in a confused and guilty jumble.I just nodded at first before finding my own voice. “Yes, yes that was amazing.” I could hear. Smiling he gently moves his hips forward and lets you decide the speed… closing your eyes you enjoy the feel of the first cock you’ve ever tasted, you feel a hand on your limp cock and a mouth sucking at it, working on it to make it hard again… Opening your eyes you glance do to see the blonde working furiously on your cock, but all you can remember is his lips and hands moving over you member…. Thinking of his lips and feeling his smooth hard cock moving inside your mouth makes you tremble. “My name is Raymond Selfridge, I bought the old lock and key shop downtown. With this constant rain, I found out I have a leak. I was wondering if you could check it out for me,” I asked.“Sure, I can have one of my men stop by this morning,” he said.“I rode my bike, so it will be over an hour before I arrive home. Make it after nine if you would,” I suggested.He just nodded his agreement. I left his table, then returned to my place at the counter. Breakfast was the same as it was every morning.. “Well…. I was thinking about a few teddies, and maybe a corset and merry widow or two…” * Liam and Erica sat at their table, in the back of the Moroccan restaurant. She sat with her legs crossed under the table, right foot, still shod, dangling close to Liam’s thigh. It was a small table, yet covered by a large tablecloth. The main dish had been cleared, and Erica was waiting for her Egyptian coffee. She looked across the table, looking to Liam’s eyes as her right foot brushed his thigh. He.