"What Gord?" she asked as she poked her head in the door."What do you mean you're going to help me shave my legs?" I demanded."Well you can't exactly ...ave hairy legs if you're a French maid." she teased."Yeah, but I never agreed to do anything that was going to embarrass me." I whined."Relax." she said. "You have no reason to be showing your naked legs to anyone but me and besides, the hair'll grow back in a couple of weeks. So, do you want me to help or do you think you can do it by yourself?". I stopped and Johannes turned around. I pulled him close to me and he leaned down and kissed me. We made out there on the sidewalk for about ten minutes when I pulled away for some air. ‘Where’s your apartment?’ I asked. ‘I’m staying with a friend in Brooklyn,’ he said leaning down and kissing me again. I pulled away and hailed a taxi. ‘Park between 38th and 39th,’ I told the driver. A few minutes later we pulled up at my building. Dan, my doorman, opened the door and we ran in. We were. The probing of a finger against her womanhood bought a fresh scream to her lips. A hand flew to her mouth, silencing her. Her eyes wild with panic as she felt is violate her depths. Her blush renewing as she heard a low chuckle "The wench is willing lads" Shame filling her as the moistness of her lust trickled down her thigh.The finger probed deeper, wriggling around inside her, stretching the muscles and stroking the inner walls of her body. Her mind worked furiously with fresh panic wondering. It tasted sooo good Rob, his cock was nice but not very big,” I said as Rob lifted my legs up over his shoulders and started fucking me really deep. I moaned as his cock hit bottom in my squishy cunt. “Then he took the rest of his clothes off and I took my skirt and panties off and then he started eating my pussy and pretty soon I was starting to cum. Then he just pulled up and slid his cock right inside my pussy and started fucking me really hard. God Rob, it felt good but he was going too.