I wanted to yank it free and toss it around before letting it tumble down to my breasts, like they do in shampoo ads on TV. He started the speech that...he had obviously prepared but I wasn't listening. I instead watched him and tried to figure out where he was looking. As he rambled on about attitudes and responsibilities I noticed he was slowly leaning back further and further, almost slouching, which was unusual for a man as disciplined as Mr. Anderson. I spread my legs a little wider and. “I insist.” I took my shirt off and placed on the chair “Your chest is so manly and hairy sir.” I smiled back and remarked “So you like what you see?” I walked up to him. “Let me take your shirt off for you.” As I slipped my hands up his wet body underneath his shirt I felt his hands on my chest “Kiss me” he said as his lips touched mine. His hands caressing the back of my neck as I embraced his body in my arms. His hands were all over me.“You kiss well” I remarked. “Thank you sir” his hands. But he didn’t go higher. He was playfully torturing me, he was making me feel good but all the while knowing what I really wanted him to do. “Higher David, please go higher,” I begged, but he only pushed deeper into me. I moaned out loudly and began to rock my hips against his tongue. I moved my hands down and stroked the back of his head. The agonizing seconds passed but finally he moved. There were no teasing fingers or licks this time. He engulfed my clit with his mouth and lightly sucked.. As he pumped away at his rod, Sam and Ruth were quickly stripping off their remaining clothes until they were both naked. Ruth sprawled backwards across the fallen tree-truck and spread her legs, giving Andy a quick flash of her pussy (a light fuzz of hair on her pubic mound over a bare vulva) before Sam knelt down between her muscular thighs, put his head between her legs and began to lick away at her. Now it was her turn to gasp and moan, playing with her nipples as Sam’s tongue wriggled.