When I came home I would go upstairs and examine her handiwork. I would look at my sculpured fanny and think how wonderful it looked. and how Collet...e had done such a wonderful job.Then one day I went in to the beautician and Collette seemed really excited. So enthusiastic and full of life. I mentioned I noticed something and she said she was going freelance and would be working from home or visit clients in their home. I think she felt a bit bad about pinching her employers business but I. We were both nervous. We were both virgins. I rubbed his thigh and reached around and rubbed his cock. It was very hard and very small. He was teased mercilessly in gymn class when it came to shower that he had no penis. He had such a thick clump of pubic hair that his penis was barely visible at times. He had a secret crush on several of the boys who teased him and stole quick glimpses at their cock while in the shower. He enjoyed how they wriggled around like white snakes. He wanted to be. If not he would expertly find her button and flick it delicately, while he watched intently for her reaction.As her juices started to flow and as her itch became greater, would she breathe heavily, begin to moan, or simply reach down for his knarled root crying out for him to mount and split her?A man of a modest maturity could be patient biding his time to the point of teasing himself from seizing the prize that was being presented before his now straining cock. With balls hanging low under. Back when I was working as a carpenter in a house in North London, I got to know the house cleaner rather intimately. She was a georgous, tiny 42 year old single mum and she had a filthy mind. She knew I had the hots for her and teased the shite out of me at every oppertunity. Sally (not real name)was telling me one day about how she spent her last night with her boyfriend before they split up. Cut a long story short, she was sucking him off while crouched right over his face, licking the tip.