He gasps as he feels the wet heat of my mouth encircling him. A little hesitantly, for fear of choking, I begin to move my mouth up and down his lengt...h. It is he, now, who is prostrate beneath me, his right hand grasping at the sheet and his left gently holding the back of my head, begging me for more, please. I withdraw, and he makes a noise of disappointment which turns into a moan as my tongue circles his corona, swirls over his glans and licks delicately the frenulum and up the slit. Then I. When she opened the door, I was surprised to see her in the same black robe from earlier. No complaints on my end, though."You look cute," she said letting me in."Do I?" I asked, blushing.Lisa poured a glass of wine. As she leaned over me to pour it, I couldn't help but gaze at her perfect body again. She had a one of a kind figure that could never be replicated."Okay. Cheers to new neighbors!" she said, holding the glass up.I sat in confusion. "I'd toast with you, but I don't have a glass of. She went into the coffee shop early and opened it. Why the coffee shop was open at night was beyond her, but they always seemed to get enough business so, whatever. She fended off Brad, her annoying co-worker's advances as always. She caught the creepy owner's stares at her boobs, check. And the usual customers came in, got it.One particular customer; however, always seemed to catch Amy's eye, and if she watched the customer long enough, she would catch her staring at her as well. But Amy. She would dress decorously even in the summer, never exposing much of herself. Even in her work-outs and jogging sessions she would wear all-enveloping Lycra exercise wear. Only at the swimming pool would she let her bare arms and legs be seen, and then she was mostly under water.She would never shower with the other girls and women, preferring to go home and do this in privacy. Ever since the fifteen year old Veronica had come to England to complete her education, she had been becoming more.