I slid off my panties and fired them in his face like an elastic band. His eyes lit up, he couldn’t believe he was looking at my bare shaven vagina....He had know idea it was blushed because of the pounding it had recently taken, or the sticky centre peeking out.You don't want to lick?I doThen, lie down.He led down on his pillow and I stood above him, my feet on either side of his head. He stared up into the shadowy groin region my skirt was making as I swayed it above him. I reached down and. "Yeah -- why would I tell you if you weren't? With me, of course. I don't know -- I think Michael likes your sister. So? Is there a line? Maybe she should change her mind!"I watched Pete wade through the minefield, pleased with his level of confidence. Joy was an easy mark, for a female, but a week ago he would have been out of his depth."Look, just come over tomorrow night, prepared to spend the night," Pete rasped into the phone. "It'll all be fine. We can talk about all this other stuff. She stopped after three or four steps and looked around. The perfect man had to be here, there was an abundance of men in the bar and she would find him if it took her all night. She did this on a regular basis, looking for the perfect man to satisfy her needs as they occurred. Today she wanted tall, dark and mysterious. The need consumed her and she stepped further into the room looking around. She saw him a minute later, standing with his back to the room, not even seeming to notice the. I followed her gaze to Chantelle who was on her knees before a Harley Street surgeon. She was gazing up into his eyes as she slowly wanked his cock for him. She would make a long, slow down stroke pulling his foreskin right back from the head so that it almost split at the joint and then she would ease her hands back along the shaft to finish the stroke with a swirl around the head. “It looks like Chantelle is preparing to get a discount on her next batch of surgery” laughed Angela as we both.