Ok then I am going to shave you, lay down please, I fell back onto the bed and she said, close your eyes and think nice thoughts, and most importantly...relax, " I shave regularly", as she winked at me, "you’re in good hands".I wasn't quite sure what she meant, but I went along with it.So I drifted for a while and could feel her warm hands covering my legs with foam and thought, Mmm this feels good, as she started to draw the razor up and down my legs with the skill of a surgeon.Momentarily it. Monique's legs started to shake, I could see her tits jiggling. I loved the mixture of want, and disgust in her movements. I could see her hips gyrating, pushing back onto my tongue, rubbing against the vibrator's head as she cried out, begging me to stop.I forced a finger into her pussy, not deep, just enough to tease her body."That's it cunt, fuck me, fuck my finger." I could hear her start to pant, her nipples were hard and I pushed the head of the vibrator against her breast, she. Okay, I think I have enough stuff here. I’m going to try on these shirts. Want to be a bad boy and sneak into one of the stalls with me?’ ‘Are we allowed to do that? I don’t know…’ ‘Come on!’ She pulled me along. She got herself a stall, and while she was talking to the chick at the counter, I sneaked into her stall. She then walked in after me. When she closed the door, she leaned her back against the door and stared at me, biting her lip. ‘OK. So here’s my problem. As you may have noticed,. I was keen to find out how it felt and I had noticed that the girlfriends I had seemed to enjoy giving blow jobs and I was intrigued to find out why.It took me a couple of years to dip my toe in the water. I'd just moved to London into a flat of my own and was feeling quite free and up for an adventure. Back then, pre-internet, the way to find sex hookups was through classified ads in local newspapers so I replied to a few and finally managed to arrange a one to one with another bi guy through.