Dipping her toes into the water, she sighed and lowed herself in with ease. It was blissfully warm and relaxing, caressing her skin and enveloping her... in a soothing comfort. Hearing a light splash, she peered up at the smiling demonic woman who began to wash her delicately with a thick sponge. She leaned back and let the two cleanse her snowy white body. Light pink rose petals drifted along the surface, filling the air with a sweet spring fragrance. She remembered she hadnt bathed in a long. Like all cherished and sheltered young women, they chafed a bit at their bonds, demurely of course. I met one such girl, Rose Whitcomb of the Standish Whitcombs, a fine old family. The master of the house was in the iron industry having many furnaces in Pennsylvania in a city named after a famous Prime Minister.(Editors Note: Probably Pittsburg, named after William Pitt the Elder, 1st Earl of Chatham and Prime Minister of England under George III)I had been invited to a tea one pleasant spring. That's why I decided to put it back in my mouth for the end. I sucked again on his penis and made back and forth movements and his dick exploded in my mouth. His load was impressive but unfortunately tasteless. I swallowed the whole cum. It is said that this is healthy because of the many vitamins. I have no idea if this is really true. Then I took the penis out of my mouth and cleaned it tenderly with a handkerchief. Philippe gave me a kiss and said: "Nikki, it was beautiful. It was the first. Or maybe I had never felt like this with anybody else. Not that I had ever been with anybody else that mattered. Our breaths grew shallower by the second, as he was not giving either of us time to breathe. His hands played at the hemline of my shirt, while mine traveled up his neck and knotted themselves in his hair. His surprisingly soft fingertips traced the outline of my body under my shirt. In the blink of an eye, he pulled back and had it off and thrown somewhere on the ground beside our.