. and maybe a massage from the shopkeeper as well.That was something to look forward to.Bentley shut his eyes and basked in the post-orgasmic glow. He...pictured lying back while the shopkeeper massaged his naked body. In his mind's eye he saw her smooth white hands running over his naked body. He imagined her hands caressing and tweaking his nipples. He felt her lubricated hands stroke up and down his erect cock.He felt...Something was lightly gripping his cock and it wasn't his hands.A thought. The little things he did started to drive me crazy. like run his fingers through his hair or rub the back of his neck. just looking at him made me wet. whats your name? he asked. Tiffany how old are you Tiffany? it seems pretty late for a girl like you to be walk home alone. Im fifteen i answered. he gave me a questioning stare. he pulled over. i assumed he was tired of driving. he laid his head back on the seat and closed his eyes. i loved his neck line. so manly. i looked at his body. "Thank you for your help, Maria. You maygo, now." You welcome, Senora. Have nice trip to New York." Maria then left.Harriet stood up and walked to the dresser, where she retrieved thelarge paper bag she'd left there. She approached the bed. "I bought yousome clothes, Stan. It's time to put them on. Get undressed." Undressed?" Yes. Remove your pajamas." She saw that he was reluctant to comply."We don't have time for dilly-dallying. We have a plane to catch. Takeoff your pajamas. Now." She'd used. The golden stream of piss was thinning now and her entire groin felt tense andheavy. As the hot piss streamed out, it was as if she was directing a stream ofwater which massaged and caressed her while each bead as it emerged, seemed topull at her very womb. Deep within her she felt that tight, wonderful sensationand she knew once she got the final beads pulled out of her she would cum. Suddenly she heard his voice faintly andreluctantly she picked up the phone, her hand dripping. Briskly he.