But he’d been foolish, apparently. Grace was a well-paid escort, not a girlfriend or lover.“No worries, Ms. Remy,” he said with an air of superi...rity, “Come back to bed. You’ll be well compensated for your time.”He caught the flash of anger in her eyes as he motioned for her to join him again on the bed. She complied, but gone was the playful, sensual woman who had milked his cock with her exquisite mouth. She’d grown stiff and formal, and it was his fault. He swore silently in his head. He. The game began at dusk. ***** Keri is 5’7′ and slender, with perky breasts, a slim figure, curly blonde hair and blue eyes. Your typical cheerleader. She isn’t stupid, quite bright actually, and she’s glad her two new friends see that. Ashley and Gina have their bunk on either side of Keri’s, and the three girls became fast friends. Ashley is short, with fiery red hair and the competitive spirit to match. Her athletic background led the Arapaho cabin to victory in volleyball that weekend, and. Reaching over to the night stand, she retrieved a bottle of KY and applied some to my hard cock. Coming back up face to face with me, she reached down and slowly started to stoke me as we kissed. She had just the right amount of grip as if her hand were a pussy. Stroking for a little longer she could feel my dick start to tense up. Stroking just a little faster, I told her that I was about to cum. As the sperm began to fly out of the tip, she slowed the strokes milking every drop she could out. " Shelley's face reddened and she looked down ... she didn't say anything for about a minute. The tension was thick. She finally looked up and said, "I'm sorry, but I can't do everything you asked". When Dave heard her say that , inside he became very angry and asked my wife, in as calm a tone as possible, "and why not ?" Shelly sheepishly replied, "because I'm not wearing pantyhose ... I'm wearing stockings and a lace garter belt ... I'm sorry, but I don't have pantyhose to remove." There was.