Being a hero to a neglected, deprived beauty of a woman. This was Sam's idea of heaven.Becky watched from the doorway in amazement.She wasn't sure wha... she'd expected to find when she sought out the source of the noise, but it certainly wasn't this. And now, looking upon it, she wasn't sure what stunned her the most. The way the boring old classroom she'd sat in a hundred times was now the scene of a wild and passionate coupling? The way frigid Miss Turner's face now glowed with lustful joy and. It was the bell boy. He was cute. Petite frame, pale skin, big eyes, short black hair that swept across his eye, and a little shy. He began to put away my luggage as i sat back on the bed. I couldn't help but watch him. He blushed when we made eye contact. I went to the bathroom to change into a large T-shirt and some boxer shorts. When i came back he was almost finished. I don't like to wear anything under my pajamas so i can imagine he seen my erect nipples pointing threw the fabric. I. "With that I slid off the couch, coming to my knees in front of the raven-haired beauty. Her dark eyes smoldered with lust as she spread her legs and I knew I was right about her. Her little hairless pussy looked barely big enough for my finger. I wondered if my cock was going to fit. I bent down and with the first lick - slowly up the short length of her slit - I was in heaven. The soft juicy pink flesh was warm and wonderful. Round and round I licked, from one inner thigh to the other I. No objection. Good sign. Continuing with my oral ministrations to her left breast, I got bolder and shifted the stroking to her inner thigh. That is when she parted her legs slightly, and I knew then that my days as the “identified nerd” finally and irrevocably had come to an end. Even if I never penetrate this woman, she has, with that one tiny, swift and simple movement, given me the one thing that all of us so desperately crave: approval, confirmation, and appreciation from your sex partner..