....I would!Well Ty, you can't. So just enjoy what I give you! Yes Ma'am!I am a hand guy, and Linda is a nail artist. I am in "good hands" ! I walk in...and am FLOORED by the awesome 30 something who grabbed my dick as I walked in. As she held and squeezed, she introduced herself as Elizabeth, Sandra's daughter. "Call me Liz" as she bit my ear.She continued her rough grope as she described in detail what she wanted, my part, and what I was to be paid. Bit my lower lip......really hard and told. After a few minutes, Cheryl took my hand and headed towards the seats.I had previously told her, when she was ready to sit down, take the second seat so I could sit on the end, it was safer, and quicker to leave, to sit with her legs together, her hands naturally at her sides, I would put my hand on her leg, she could hold my arm, when someone touched or made a move, to squeeze my arm, and when she was ready to leave, either just start to get up, or to tell me.We took our seats, I put my hand. He knelt between my legs as he held my cock, the first teeny drop of pre-cum oozing out into the light. Instead of the traditional swipe of his tongue to lick it up, he put his lips over my slit and sucked the drop away. I touched his head in a caress and then quickly removed it, having forgotten that I would feel a crew cut instead of the usual female tresses. I bent one leg up and tried to use my toes to play with his package, but not too successfully.He pushed my legs over my head until my. There were times when I would nearly fall out of the tree, stroking my cock and blowing my nuts as I watched her rubbing her lotions into her soft skin. There were other times that I thought she knew I was watching and in my mind I knew she wanted me too.Then came the day a few weeks before she graduated when she came home to find me coming out of her room. She yelled at me and wanted to know what I had been doing in her room. Then she saw a pair of her white cotton panties with colorful.