“Yes. In Sweden they teach about these things in school. I used to think it was kind of gross and stupid… till I met you.” I slowly ...nbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She reached around and un- hooked her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts- an easy c-cup, high, firm, spectacular for such a young body. She gasped as I massaged them with both my hands. I then unzipped her skirt and she stood up to let it slide off, then I pulled off her pink panties, exposing the sparse. Once I'd dumped the last of my load into her mouth, I reached down and helped her to her feet. It couldn't be easy getting up from your knees in shoes like that. She was smiling, no doubt thinking about the fifty bucks she'd already made and hoping for more."Hey, why don't we go back in so you can wash that down with another drink, then go back to my place for a little dessert. And, I know, it's going to cost me."Teri's whole face lit up, she licked her lips and grinned. I could practically. But this wasn’t dating, this was experiencing passion at a level she had only dreamt off. She remembered her grandmother telling her to test the soil, but she also remembered her saying don’t fuck up a free lunch. Tracy made a conscious decision to tune out her catholic-girl mind, it was not invited to this party. Tracy was going to listen to her body, not her head. She stood and dried herself off, but did not put her clothes back on. She did not put on William’s robe or his t-shirt. She walked. So far, so good. But having prevented us from being exposed for what we were, Anna then produced her master stroke to salvage the kind of evening we had been anticipating. It was highly probable, she told them, that if they had the chance to sample the delights they believed they were being denied, they would find their expectations had been exaggerated. As it happened, Anna went on, Colin (the name I had chosen for the occasion) was possessed of a larger than average endowment; she ran her.