My mind again wandering to the thoughts of how she would look, taking them off, her pussy so wet and creamy, needing a good hard fucking. I stroked my...cock, my nose again filled with her delicious pussy scent ,then placing the wet material on the head of my cock. Fuck it, I stroked it hard and fast. It was even more exciting because she was just in the other room taking her shower. I imagined opening her shower door, panties and cock in hand and standing in front of her, showing her what I was. He knew that the desire was going wild in her and he was going to make her want it even more before he even thought about having full sex with her. Picking her up into his arms, he carried her to the bed where he took off her lingerie and swept his hands down her body quickly to give her the sense of tingling nerves. She sighed and moaned at the same time, not sure whether to pull him down to her or just stare at him. Whatever he did to her, she wouldn’t care as long as he didn’t stop. This was. My trained cheeks funneled the pre-cum down to my receptive anus. Unconsciously I was pushing my butt back to Blaze's tongue. I was trying to match the motion to enhance the anal tongue fucking. My first anal orgasm was building up and I had once again forgotten the shame and dignity. But suddenly tongue left my anus for good. It seemed that Blaze had enough. I grew frustrated over being denied of climax. I was so preoccupied with my anger that I did not notice Blaze turning around my back and. "I said 'Thank you for your trouble!'" He said looking up.Jennifer knew what Miguel had said. She had studied Spanish in high school and college. But she rarely let people know she understood. She liked to hear what the Spanish laborers were saying about her."I would like to take off your dress, skirt, bra, and panties. Then I would tie you up and rape you." he had said.Jennifer felt her face flush. The fantasy of a swarthy dirty laborer tearing off her clothes and mounting her had always.