She playfully teased my cock, kneading it between her soft feet. She then kneeled on the floor in front of me and stroked and sucked it until I spurte... onto my chest.A moment later, Frank and Kathleen finally descended the stairs. She looked tired and exhausted. She fell asleep in the passenger seat on the ride home, so we didn’t get a chance to have our traditional “play-by-play” until the following morning.“He just kept going and going,” she said. “Every time I thought he was just about done,. I’ve got something just for the two of us,” he begins as he leads me to the back of his apartment to his room by my hand. I notice a few rose petals on the floor up to the closed door, and when he opens it, the scent of the beach wafts to my nostrils and dances within them. He spends no time racing me to the bed and diving onto it head first. I land next to him and begin to giggle: What did I ever do to deserve such a caring man? I look him lovingly in the eyes before feverishly kissing him.. It all started quite innocently. She had been a studious, plain Jane type girl all through her sheltered parochial school education. As an adult she stood 5' 10" and 150 pounds, she was a statuesque, blue-eyed blonde. Her father had established and built LADD'S REALTY AND INSURANCE, an extremely successful insurance and real estate business that made several million dollars a year. Lydia never wanted for anything. During her senior year of college, she was unexpectedly swept off her feet. I later learned that Joe had invited her to join our ‘tour group’. He had posed as a tour guide, and in fact he was a good one, to entice her. What he really wanted of course was some of her money—considerably more than a fee for guiding her around the local sights.I was about to learn more about their game. I had begun to suspect it was kind of shady and that it involved sex in some way, but I still didn’t know any details. By the next morning I had learned a great deal about how they.