I needed four or five shirts done a week though, and pants and sometimes a jacket or coat, so I got to know them pretty well.Well enough that I though... I could voice a small complaint and not offend them. "Good afternoon, Rose," I said. The woman's name meant 'Rose' in English and that was what she had chosen to be called.I put the clothes down on the counter and Rose quickly counted them "One, two, t'ree, fo', shirt. One pair pants." Teh shirts were Oxford broadcloth in various pale colors,. ......now I was plotting, planning: An escapade, an affair, a seduction.... jousissance erotique!...whoo whoo!"His family, my family, Rachel; there or not there; how in the world was I going to do this? The safest, sexiest, randiest place in North Hollywood: the library.Bruce and I agreed to get together at the local branch of the North Hollywood Library to plan our project and our presentation. Since I had gotten his note, we had been friendly, but a little tense, both waiting for the other. He said that would be fine and asked me to bring my black pants so he could tear them off of me. I told him I would.On Friday I left work around noon and headed to the beach. I stopped on the way and picked up some groceries and beer and wine. When I got to the condo it was a little after two. I unloaded the luggage and stored the food and drink. Then I changed clothes and I put on only one piece clothing: a light blue t-shirt dress that only covered my crotch and ass by several inches. Then I. He practically took my hole as another mouth and was “French kissing” with it, long and hard. It had such force on me that I felt I was almost fainted…After a long while, he moved up to my cock and started licking it bit by bit. I knew I was so close to cumming, but his movements were so very light that they were just enough to be unbearable teasing but not strong enough to bring me to the edge. I moaned, and I groaned. He worked on my balls for a while before concentrating on my ass again. He.