“Your thighs,” I told him. “The insides of your thighs.”He warbled a moan.“The crease of your hips.”“Ah, fuck,” he hushed out and I he...ard the rustle of the blanket and sheets as his deliciously ticklish body jerked.“The… the base of your cock.”“Not the tip,” he almost whined, and I had to bite back a wicked smile. Fuck, this was so wrong.“No, not the tip,” I confirmed. “Not yet. They’re only touching you so gently.”“Please.” He sounded heartbroken in the way only a desperate drunk man. We kissed hard. She kicked off her flip flops and I pulled her into my bedroom. She stuffed her hands into my sweatpants and I pushed a hand up under her t-shirt grabbing her breast. My other hand wrapped around her waist. We fell onto the bed and we removed each other's clothes. I didn't hesitate, I went down on her. I could tell she had neatly trimmed her bush for me, or at least that's what I thought. She moaned as I licked her and probed her insides with my fingers. Pulling them out licking. The bitch was a dancer, from what she understood, and it showed. Susan ran her hands over her small but well shaped breasts, then down her ribcage to her smooth stomach and finally to her pubic mound. She had a pretty cunt, and Susan might have been jealous had she not been so turned on. She sank her fingers into the squirming girl’s pussy and began to finger fuck her. With her other hand, she began to unzip her own jeans. No need to be modest, she had a pretty nice body herself.When she was. So while Zach helped his mom clear away and cleanup, his dad led me up a wide sweeping staircase to the second floor. Hisrooms were all along one side. ?Northern exposure,? he explained. ?Can?tbeat it.?The first room had a desk and chairs, a filing cabinet, a computer. Justlike any generic office.The next had many big flat tables with designs and blueprints spread outover them. There were drafting tools, and models, mockups that showedhow a house or building would look in three dimensions. In.