I moved into the apartment across the street from the beautiful chocolate goddess I will call Sarah. The first thing that caught my eye about her was ...he fact that she drove a red moped. Every day, I would sit from porch and see her pull up, with her juicy, tones thighs straddling the the slightly too large seat. Sarah also has an credible ass, comparable to Lira Galore (look her up). She dressed somewhat unconventionally, also. I would almost call it dorky or else not intentional sexual or. We watched each other closely as our seemingly neverending fuck session just kept getting hotter. I had no idea just how long either of us could keep going, but I was willing to find out. Despite the displeasure that went with the pleasure, I'd never put a stop to the sex."Come on, Rose. Don't shy, shove it in there as deep as you can. I don't care how hard you think you've been working at it; I want more." Why can't you just shut it?" she pondered, leaning herself onto me. "I want to make you. ”“I’m not letting you up until you do,” he said taking advantage of her struggles to move, his hand slightly until he felt the soft warmth of the underside of her breasts against his fingers. He apologized as if it had been an accident when she pushed his hand away irritably. She grinned knowingly and then shrugged in resignation.“Okay, one kiss and then you let me go.”Soft lips, still sticky with recent chocolate pressed briefly and clumsily against his. His erection jerked against her bottom. It scared Lindsay a bit, but she was as curious as I was once... Because I wasn't experienced enough, I was in need of a master to teach me. I found one, Roy. He and Michelle (his wife and sub) were the perfect people on the perfect moment. In that period we were studying during the week. We went looking for a bar on Friday night and we were guests of Roy and Michelle at the weekend.Roy was my master, but also my teacher for being Lindsay her dominant. So he showed me how to treat Lindsay by.