At last, I released his dick and slowly got to my feet in front of him. Pressing against his naked, wet body, I raised my face to his. "Kiss me, b*o. ...iss me deeply and taste your come on your sister's mouth and on my lips." He kissed and tasted me and then began to lean over, kissing my neck, my shoulders, and my breasts. Meanwhile he was rinsing my body off with his roaming hands under the warm spray. Easing himself downward, he squatted on the shower floor and pulled my cunt to his lips. I. I was dressed in my black rubber mini dress, white 6" thigh boots, and short black PVC mac. My makeup was not too OTT, but still had the very long lashes, big blonde hair, and 2" red nails on. I was nervous as hell when his car arrived, but so horny, too! I opened my window to see a big black guy, who handed me a condom, and said he wanted me to just parade in front of his car while he wanked off! How could I refuse, but looking at the condom, I noticed it was full to bursting! I said he must. He draws in a breath and I freeze. When he releases it, I explore some more. I wish the lights were on and he was encouraging this. They say it’s a ‘sack’. It feels magical. Another thing made for my hand.But back up to that other handful. Fingers tracing ... a ridge, skin so soft, hot. My fingers just keep going, gently, he gets harder, then I can feel his heartbeat right HERE and it starts throbbing, pulsing and GLOOSH! And again and again and again and I think I know what that means, but it. After all she was just the sort of woman he found attractive; self-assured, confident, neatly, if somewhat conservatively dressed. Thinking about it, he could recall three or four of the outfits she regularly wore to the office; conventional suits, sometimes trousers, sober colours but occasionally a bright blouse or top. He had paid more attention to her shoes, though. That, he confessed, was a weakness of his. He knew just which pair she had worn every day for the last week and, of course,.