Not super-thin, but not fat either. I was a horny teen, and I had found someone to help me out. It was a hot and muggy summer night, and I was walking...home from a friend's house. I was wearing short white shorts, a black tank top and black flip flops. A man pulled up beside me and was asking me questions like, "You look so familiar, do I know you?" I assured him that I did not know him, and was prepared to go on my way when he pulled over and we struck up a conversation. We will call him. I stroked her lips with my index and ring finger and let my middle finger play over her clit. Every now and then I would come into contact with Steve’s fingers as he continued to finger her from behind while I stimulated her clitoris, and squeezed her tits. All the while she was still playing both our cocks and I was getting close to cumming, and when I glanced over at Steve so was he. In fact he came first, he coughed, or really grunted disguised as a cough and suddenly went all stiff. He. They laugh heartily before carrying on with their (already) smoothly flowing conversation.“Weren’t you taught to never mix business with pleasure?” teases Kim after downing the last mouthful of the frothy barley he had been imbibing.“But isn’t that what escort services are all about? You pay to get pleased!” Wallace shoots back.“Touche!” comes the rejoinder from the red eyed local. “They never put that into consideration when they coined that phrase.” Hic.“So sir, where do I get escort services. Karen followed her down but was now jamming the two fingers into her own cunt while pulling on her bruised right tit with the other hand. I let her play for a few moments and, when it was obvious she was nearly there, I reminded her she wasn’t allowed an orgasm yet.She realised what she was doing just in time and that she needed to stop, but it was a real struggle. It was clear from her face that she was so very close, but she obeyed me, that was the important bit. She was going to be a.