"Mmmm, much better." I felt one of her shoes against my foot, then caught my breath as it moved slowly up my leg, the base of the thin heel scraping m... skin. "I'm glad you like my taste in shoes Jerry." Her foot moved higher, the hard sole sliding over my skin as I watched, mesmerized. My breathing got deeper, my heartbeat faster, until I felt her sexy shoe against my cock, pressing, moving from side to side across my hardness. I reached down to hold her foot as it caressed me. "Not yet,. Come and get unsweaty.''Do we have to? I love the way our sweat sticks us together.''Don't be disgusting. If you really want to, you can sweat all over me later.'When we arrived at the hostal Anita was on tenterhooks. I grinned at her.'I hope you've remembered I can't tell stories without beer. I can't concentrate otherwise.' Pilar stepped up behind me.'Don't you dare tell her to take her clothes off so you can concentrate or you'll be history, ' she murmured. Anita looked triumphant.'I knew. Then his eyes drifted to her raven black hair that was in a French braid that neatly bisected her back. He imagined how it would feel in his hands as he freed it and crushed it between his fingers as he kissed her. The sudden clatter of a rock bouncing off his boot brought him back to reality. He cursed as he watched her start at the noise and run past the corner. What kind of idiot are you? He asked himself sternly, she is a London whore and barely worth your notice even for a quick. She forced her little finger up into her tiny pucker opening in the rear and used the baby oil to lubricate her anal channel at the same time. Cindy was not all that in favor of anal penetration but she knew how the men loved to push their big cocks up a defenseless girl’s bottom and she had her own routine of pretending she didn’t like it at all.That pretense was a complete fabrication and she knew the tingle it caused in her anus quickly spread though-out her entire torso to culminate in an.