Or Pilar or Jazz for that matter. Ever since Italy, Kiki’s sex life in New York had gotten every bit as complicated as the one she’d fled in LA. S...mehow, it didn’t fill her with the same sense of panic - probably because she hadn’t made as many bad choices here. For the most part, her lovers here respected her boundaries. They didn’t demand commitment or exclusivity or play games with her feelings in order to address their own insecurities. Some small part of Kiki wondered what the hell was. She stood, took my empty glass and told me to follow her. I got out of the comfortable chair and followed her through to a bedroom. A single bed occupied centre place in the room. “Take off your blouse and skirt. Is everything else as I instructed?”It was. Stockings with suspenders, no bra, silk shorts with lace edges. I knew what to do. I bent forward, my feet shoulder-width apart and my hands on my knees. She stood behind me and ran her long fingers down my bare spine until she could feel the. With no hair to cover or protect my sex, indeed any modesty that may have existed between my legs was now gone.After brushing my teeth I twisted and wrung my hair over the drain and brushed out the tangles until the long wet strands hung in straight lines down my back before planting my rear on the cold cement floor. Droplets of water dripped slowly down my goose bump covered skin. Even my nipples were hard as they jutted off my small breasts. Lacking a towel, I had no choice but to sit still,. After a few minutes his hand was busy working all his cum into her wet pussy.Donna was now really turned on. She needed him badly. She wanted to feel his hardness inside her again.She pushed Dan back onto the bed so that he was lying on his back. Then, she straddled him. Her hand went down to his limp cock and grabbed it steering it towards her wet, lubricated cunt. "I want you to grow hard inside me, Dan," she said as she pushed his limp cock against her pussy opening. Donna pushed Dan's cock.