You will only feel good things, I promise. Just relax. If you can. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!” Her Dr. Evil laugh made me smile. I remembered the encounter gr...oup in the Poconos, the joy and love in their touches, and tried to relax. The brush continued up my leg, around my pussy, down the other leg, back up, down, up . . . and across my pussy lips. “Oh, my!” I blurted. The dry brush painted my labia thoroughly before continuing up my tummy, around my breasts, and down my sides. “Stop!” I cried, writhing.. Her DD’s swayed and bounced like twin invitations to sex. For some weird reason Masuko was shy about her small titties, so ran around in a long T-shirt and no panties! I loved the little peeks at her rich, black bush. There were only two bedrooms, but none of us wanted to be alone, so we set up a single and a bunk bed in the bigger bedroom while debating what to do with the smaller one. Saturday morning I woke up first, pushed down the sheet, got out my laptop, and began reading hot porn. The floor was painted a glossy light grey that looked clean enough to eat off. However, it was what was parked on the floor that drew his attention.“Oh my god, your family has a Plymouth Superbird? It’s even got the Roadrunner bird on the huge tail and a huge Plymouth decal in black on the back fenders!”He gazed at the side profile of the enormous car including the round, bullet-shaped front nose. The square black panels on the front hid the retractable headlights and twin scoops over the front. With me chiming in about being young, the trials and tribulations of young manhood. We talked about girls and sex a lot. With me being young and inexperienced and him an older male, he had plenty to share.What I liked about Dennis was the feeling of masculine security I had when I was around him. On more than one occasion he had stepped in and 'saved' me from a rude customer. Using his intimidating predisposition to make short work of a difficult customer. It always left me feeling elated that.