All guys who have seen escorts (and I have seen well over 50 now) know that moment when the knock comes. Anticipation, excitement and a throb all happ...n at once. A quick look through the spy-glass and I saw a pretty, young, sexy girl waiting there. I know that in a few minutes she would be on her knees, sucking my cock.I let her in and all my dreams came true in an instant. She was tall – 5’8” or so, with heels, jeans and a nice trendy top. I paid her money, and we chatted for a while. She told. Mr. Tyler wasnt really the type for studying. He had never really got the grades that his parents were expecting, and even they were low. The only thing that mattered to him was PE. Looking and feeling great in life were his only aims. And you could tell too. He has a slim but toned build to him, which is normally concealed by colourful hoodies. Face was clean and tanned with a slight blush, with an equally toned neck and shoulders. Hair was always consistently black and spiked in the same. I went back into the house to see Essie in a see through gown and nothing else. To me her body looks exactly like Lili St Cyr, the burlesque dancer. "Looking hot there lady," I said. "Looking for round three?" "No, just treating your eyes." "Well that is the type of eye candy I love." I took the potatoes and corn outside and placed them on the grill. Essie was seasoning the steaks when I went back inside. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her. She wiggled. *"There's two things I really need to know first." What do you wanna know? Anything just ask." His voice was twinged with excitement, turmoil and the hurried cadence of adrenaline fueled hunger.*"Not wanna know. Need to know." I stood up, reached out my hand, he took it, pulling himself up and into me. Testing the bond. His body and mine came together, closer than before, more fitting. My crotch was met by a measured warmth. A hardness that was barely veiled by the materials between us. Our.