Amber eyes flashed at me, accentuating his pale skin. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans. He looked like any man off the street, except fo... those flashing eyes. His voice was soft, and sounded like sand running through an hourglass. “This is the place between places, the time between times,” he smiled at me. “Welcome to my home.” He gestured to the room, his arms wide. The space was small and cozy. A king bed lay in one corner. In another corner a small kitchen, a bathroom in the. I leaned back against the shower wall, the steamy water pelting my skin, my hard cock in my hand as I stroked it a bit faster now. I let her name flow from my lips in a whisper as I thought of her tan, naked body. I pictured how her tight nipples would look, bare to my gaze. I thought of my mouth closing around each large bud, suckling them, nibbling them lustily. I moaned, stroking the length of my hard cock swiftly now, eyes closed, visualizing her pussy open before me, my tongue lapping at. Johnnie liked to jack off thinking about her and he looked forward to a summer of seeing her more. Thinking about her in a bathing suit was enough to give him an exceptional boner.Ben was her oldest kid, at 19 with his sister Jen following close behind at 18. Jen had just graduated high school and was going to be heading down to Stanford for college. She was a beautiful as she was smart with long, dark hair that fell to her shoulders, and a well proportioned body of an athlete. Her breast were. "Please..." Denise pleaded one last time. As she unzipped her bluejeans and pushed them down, exposing her bottom in a simple cream-colored nylon panty."Your panties too."Breaking into fresh sobs, Denise slowly lowered her panties as well,then hid her face in her arms."10 strokes, I think," said Mrs. Roberts, firmly."10 strokes?" Denise wailed, breaking into fresh sobs."My Lady!" I cried out.Miss Denise's crying stopped and both ladies looked at me."Yes, Miss Clarke?"Her question confused me..