He turned and faced me. His muscled body and his tanned skin touching mine, He climbed between my legs. He started kissing my stomach and played with ...my erect nipples, the way he touched me was making me feel even more wet below.He took his right hand and started to play with my wet clit. He knew I enjoyed it and started to tease me a little more. He put one finger in and I released a moan. He put another finger in and started going in and out slowly. He put his mouth into my clit and started. He wanted her warm to the touch, not frigid. Then, it was time for the make-up. He gave her eye-shadow; blush; and finally Ruby-red lipstick. Part of the job of a morticitian, is to make the dead look as alive as possible. John was a man ready.It was time to dress her fast. John's growing member wasn't going to take much more waiting. "If I can't see my kid model these tonight, then you'll have to do bitch!" He was growing angry, as he was having a tough time holding her leg up while slipping. You'll never keep up." Well, we'll see. Are you all ready?"They were. Five beautiful girls lay naked stretched out in front of me. A couple of them were clearly already aroused, in anticipation: lips slightly swollen, a hint of moisture, a blush spreading across their upper bodies. As for me, I was definitely ready - I was just hoping that one of them would be quick, at least the first time."OK, let's go," I said. They each reached down, and began doing what they needed to do. I looked closely,. Maybe I could appease, though it might go badly and turn the rest of the year with this guy really sour."Well, I suppose if you actually wanted me to do this, I could." Hell yes man, I have a whole two months before I go back home. No pussy here. This would totally make my day" He perked up in the chair ever so slightly. "Alright man, I guess this is it." I put down Dickens and got on my knees in front of Mark. I had yet to see his penis these past three months, but my guess was that it was.