"My panties," Julie exclaimed, "you didn't?"He nodded, grinning broadly, "Oh yes I did," he confirmed, "my slave slut does not need panties."He stood ...er back up, his hands sneaking under the strip of fabric hanging down, finding her naked behind and caressing it. Julie stood, arms around his neck.'Oh God,' she thought, 'that feels so good. How long has it been since I was stroked like this? Or had been used, rough fucked, made to scream with pleasure?'Before it could go further, Ricky was. ”“Let’s go!” He waited for her to stand, placed his hand firmly on her ass, and escorted her to the door. He would tell her later what the cruise was all about, but now he had to have her naked, wet, and writhing beneath him. The drive home was torturous for them both and though Dusty wanted to be a gentleman, he placed a hand on her thigh and laughed when she appeared to be shocked at the action. He had a lot to teach her about spontaneity, eroticism, and kinkiness; lesson one might as well. Then she stuck her tongue between my lips. It felt so good I stuck my tongue back between her lips. We were soon tongue sucking. All the while Lisa was rubbing my boy chest and my soft, unmuscular legs.When she cupped my groin, with her lips still pressed to mine, I sighed in delight. My penis was now as hard as it had ever been. It had become hard before a few times, especially in the morning when I awoke. But this feeling was something special; I liked it and I wanted her to continue to touch. Not to mention the fact that my wife was somewhere in the house, so we washed ourselves off and separately left the bathroom. The rest of the day was a little awkward.I work swing shift and Julie works days, so we don’t get to see a lot of each other. I usually get home around 3 am and she leaves at 7. The next morning, I was stirred awake by someone slipping into bed with me. It was still a little dark in the room so I thought it was still early enough for Julie to still be there and didn’t.