As if reading her mind, Justin, in a professional tone, asked: "Too cold for you in here?"Actually, if anything, the room was stuffy, but Karen seized...on the excuse, quickly answering yes, and the masseur left to turn up the heat. Mortified, she covered her face with her hands. Consciously, Karen felt shame. But subconsciously the embarrassment triggered the secret exhibitionist inside her and inflamed her arousal. Almost against her will, her right hand traveled to her clit and rubbed. Resting on your elbows your back is arched, making your breasts hang heavily in their little white pockets underneath your chest. Your back is beautiful, sweat drops glistening in the sunlight, rolling in the crevice formed by your shoulder blades, over your spine and down to your little bikini bottom. A bikini bottom covering nothing at all. Your ass sticking out, accentuated by the thin white string of cloth parting your tanned cheeks - the secret to tagging along those curious and envious. Her cheeks were concaved with her sucking and even math formulas were not going to work much longer. Oh, well ... maybe I could be rejuvenated later.My hands were on her head, much like hers had been earlier. I tried not to press her too much; she was doing fine on her own, but my body had different ideas. My hips started moving back and forth, my hands and arms trying to push her head further onto my cock. Through it all that tongue kept up its movement inside her mouth, adding exquisitely to. After a few minutes she descended the stairs wearing a stunning pink thong and pink bikini top that barely held her tits in; her breasts jiggling slightly with every step. The site of her in that bikini began to get me hard again and was clearly visible, as I was only wearing a pair of boxers. She walked through the kitchen and went out through the screen door, my eyes just glued to her perfect ass in that thong. I ran up to my room and watched out my window as she swam around. Her hair.