Don’t come, don’t come, I want that later. Pull out slowly, and let me clean you off let me soap down and rub your cock, cleaning it to be safe, s... my lips will touch only your smooth clean skin. Lean over and let me enter you, I ache now, the blood rushes. You are soft, your hole is larger, I push and enter quickly, grabbing your hair and swinging your head back, back to me, in and out I pump, making you feel me inside, pushing deep inside, my balls slapping hard against your ass. But I don’t. It was a typical evening out that we do from time to time. The babysitter was at the house and we were on our way for another night out on the town.We arrived at the night club and our favorite waitress was there. We were seated in her area and without telling her what we wanted to drink, we had our favorite lavations in front of us.The night club was full of people. Dancing, drinking, and talking with other people was what everyone was doing. Our waitress came over too check and make sure we. Your body all the time feeling the rush of blood around your veins and into the brain. Your head spinning, your senses wild with anticipation and need for release. Your legs widen there stance involuntary, allowing access to areas before hidden. You hear a moan and a gasp somewhere in the distance as the touch finds your centre and your legs buckle slightly as the touch flickers against your sensitive bud. The hands that once encompassed your thighs now are needed to support you. Your mind. I mean what were you expecting from me?’ ‘If you come here I’d expect good workmanship, pleasant company and if you want sex I suppose I could oblige’ Lydia laughed and said that was another great answer. ‘Well I’m thirty-six. Mom doesn’t want me to go into unchartered territory, dad said go-girl and my sister said you are a great guy and I’d love the environment that was inspirational enough to encourage me to produce my best pottery ever.’ ‘Well then when will you arrive?’ ‘But my mother…’ ‘I.