"Let's go back to yours," she whispered. How could I refuse?Ciara was wearing a beautiful fitted dress that showed off every inch of her lean, athleti...c figure. She looked amazing, with her long legs encased in a pair of nude tights... we got a cab back to mine... the driver must have had a proper show that night as Ciara hitched up her dress slightly and straddled me, pushing her tongue into my willing mouth. I slid my hands round to feel her toned arse. I massaged her buttocks gently and she. He responds in kind. Another kiss, deep, sensual, reaching into his mouth with my patient tongue. I’m holding his face with both hands, he’s holding me at the waist, we’re pressing our bodies against each other. I’m caressing his back, his buttocks. He reciprocates. I stare into his beautiful dark eyes, he stares back. We're locked together. “I love you,” I say. “I love you,” he replies. I’m reaching for the shower head, pull it around, and spray him clean. He wiggles. I get on my knees, sort. “They want to work here this summer. OK? So put ‘em to work. They’re out of school until September.”I found some chairs and they sat. They could have been triplets, almost. Three golden blondes with long legs and exciting bodies, all dressed for success. “You all can type, I assume, you know, keyboard.” I made with the fingers. They nodded. “And you all can read and write and stuff, no handicaps I should know about?”They shook their pretty heads. One said, “Our names are really May, that’s me,. I imagined he didn't much like being treated likea pre-pubescent boy, but it seemed like he didn't know how to say no. Thesummer holidays had just started, so he found himself dragged to more thana few afternoons at the cinema with Quyen, or shopping with Heather andthe girls. Heather told me that he seemed more comfortable doing thelatter, and how he clung to her more tightly when there were boys around,especially the rough and tumble boys that Quyen played with. She told methat when he was.