“I want you inside me,” she whispered, her mouth wet. He pulled his khakis all the way off and laid her down on his wooden desk. He reached under ...her skirt and looped his finger into her lace thong, pulling it off as she fumbled with the skirt’s zipper. He feasted his eyes upon her pussy; bald, musky, with a small strip of bright red hair, framing her slit. She was moist already, and he lowered his head to her, inhaling her and dragging his tongue into her. She writhed with his tongue, bucking. Thenight before the said trip, one of our friends came to the house, Ben,with his friend Wacky. Since they lived somewhere far in downtownMetropolis, they decided that it would best that they stayed the nightat my place. Somewhere in the night something happened between Wackyand I. To find out what happened between us read the story entitled,"Under the Sheets" in my site. The morning after, Timothy came banging hard at my bedroom door towake us up. I opened the door and Wacky just finished. Serving (General)Serving another person in specific ways, putting their pleasure ahead of your own. For example, a maid or a sexual servant. YesServing - ArtServing another person, putting their pleasure ahead of your own, as a (usually immobile) piece of artwork such as a statue. YesServing - DancerServing another person, putting their pleasure ahead of your own, as a dancer. For example, a belly dancer or stripper. YesServing - Following OrdersServing another person, putting their pleasure. I was in absolute heaven when I finally was able to shove my hand between her firm smooth thighs. I wasted no time in inserting a finger into that wonderful mystery that she'd tried unsuccessfully to protect from me. My finger was instantly coated with her slick juices. "She was as hot as I was!" That was a revelation to me. I inserted another finger, then another and began to rub the cupped palm of my hand against her mons paying special attention to what I knew would be the center of her.