Wearing all gray in contrast to Stacy’s school colors, little Angel did not perspire – she sweat like a Greek cab driver, more than any female I�...ve ever seen. Indifferent to her predilection, Susan and her classmates politely ignored the massive sweat stains that always saturated her leotard. It wound up being the principal reason parents were not allowed to watch practice and it was a source of humor among the girls only during the rare wardrobe fittings.But, Angel’s quirkiness did not end. She asked me did I find her attractive and I nodded. She twisted to face me and asked if her outfit was too revealing. I said it wasn't and she asked if I would like to see more. I never got chance to reply and she had laid back on the sofa with her hands stroking the outside of her thighs. Her legs uncrossed and she stared at me while she parted her legs and gave me the first glimpse of a very well shaven pussy. Just a little line of hair stretched out from her lips as she lifted one of her. " I plead.He reaches into a dresser drawer and pulls out a bottle of oil. I smell lavender as he begins to spread and rub it on my body. He oils my cock and balls. I fear I'll cum if he continues to caress and massage my organ. He senses my building orgasm and begins to rub my torso and chest as I calm down a bit again. My eyes are closed and I'm in a near dream state now as he begins to strongly massage and kneed my breasts. He leans down and kisses my nipple. He takes it in his mouth as his. He just borrowed it without asking me when I came over to give him the money that I owed him. He had to leave rather quickly because he had to go out to raise more money to keep a few of his business associates from beating him up. See he had borrowed money from them to pay his girlfriend’s family back in China, but there is this really big ocean between Taiwan and Texas, just ask Mr. Sinclair, and things sometimes get delayed.“But I don’t want you to think that Mike is a bad influence. He.