You accept my every gesture, anticipating the light and sometimes playful touches as I use my hands to wring out the wet washcloth over your shoulders...and back, and even though I move my hands around to your breasts in order to continue to bathe you, I am not making any sexual overtures to you yet, just sensual touches as I wash and then pour a little water over you. And even when I move my hands, sliding them down your abdomen to your vagina and begin to wash tenderly with the cloth, I am. I remove it from my mouth and begin slowly licking up and down. From the head to the balls and back and forth until the full of the cock is covered in a thin layer of my saliva. I wrap my lips around the head again, tasting the salty pre-cum. My lips curl into a smile, loving his taste. I slowly take in his cock. Millimeter by millimeter, teasing him. I take the first four and a half inches in with ease, slowly working my way up. I get to five and a half, until it touches the back of my. ....Well, I finally made it out of the house with my uniform and everything. Now I live in Virginia. Really freaking cold. And I couldn't find my jacket or pants to wear under my skirt. Doesn't help much that we have only white shirts and a tie to wear. I looked like a Catholic school girl Slut with my tits practically BEAMING through the shirt. ___________________________________________________________________________________I figure that I should give a little description of myself for my. Gloria and Porter had been celibate for a week in preparation for a visit to Reno, Nevada to celebrate. Once there, they gambled, made the Bar rounds dancing and having the usual fun. Gloria flirted, flashed and primed them both for sex. That night it was all about them and the sex was stellar! Worn out at 2am, she stepped out on their small deck. Gloria was in a sheer, black chemise trimmed in red lace. She walked to the rail, leaned forward and saw a tall, bald black man beneath her on his.