I step towards you and kiss you lightly on the lips, my hands on the top button of your shirt, then the next, and the next. You smile down at me as I... finally drop your shirt on the floor near mine. I rub my hands up your chest, through your chest hair. I plant another kiss on your lips as my hands glide down your chest. I kiss you again as my right hand unbuttons your pants, my fingers lower the zipper.Your pants fall to the ground. You stand perfectly still. I lick your lips as my hand slides. And just came, a big one. Not as big as yesterday, but I'm getting off track. Thinking of what I did yesterday. Crap got to grab my towel. Didn't have one yesterday. Watching a gay internet video with 3 hard shaved young guys one completely shaved with long blond hair looks real feminine. I didn't last very long, didn't yesterday. Had a road trip into south St. Louis area yesterday. On my way home decided that I have time for a side trip, ran south down the interstate and pulled off my. I didn't mind though. We used to have a thing years ago, her and I. Just out of highschool. Hot summer nights, back of my car biting, grinding, nibbling teasing fogging up the windows. I still remember her riding my cock, the cold sweat on her back, me pulling her hips down making sure shes taking all of it and shaking as she had intense orgasm after intense orgasm. That car seat was soaked from her cum for 2 days, loved the smell in my car after that. Screw that little tree hanging on my. I knew she was good. But did I dare actually spar with her?"I don't think you should call me master," I said, diverting the conversation. "Whitney is the only master here. Except maybe Amy. Amy is just scary." No kidding," Judy laughed. "She about tore me apart when we sparred." She calmly removed her clothes and left them with mine by the door."You sparred with Amy? I thought Whitney was the only one who had sparred with Amy. And she ended up bruised." Yeah. But Whitney said the only way.