Desire to have me swallow his moaning orgasm and to keep his cock in my mouth and milk it over and over. Desire to lick my nuts and to rim me and to s...uck me so hard that I might not ever want it to end. I gasp and pull back, I can't believe that something like this could happen and feel sure that someone will come into the room at any moment. I tell him that I want him, as if he doesn't know, but to say that I think that we should continue, if possible, at his house. He agrees and then sits. Judy was moaning softly as I held her close as our hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies as we French kissed. My hand soon wandered down to her chest. I massaged her huge orbs that I had wanted to feel for the past two months. I ran my hand up her dress to her pussy and soon I had two fingers inside her as she moaned softly. Then I found her now swollen clitoris and used my thumb to gently rub it. Judy’s body responded as she began moving back and forth as my hand brought her to a small. Mei, she was called. Pretty one. Rounder than the others. More like me. Wrapped in a “kimono” thing. Actually just a robe made with Asian designs. Short, so that when she bent over you could see her moons rise. She had great lips. Full lips, painted cherry red. And as he entered, she bowed to him. I loved it. You could see her breasts when she bowed. Got his attention, too. I smirked when I saw that. She said, “May I call you Scott?” She didn’t have much of an accent, this one. Just enough to. I raised it in a silent toast to her beauty. She smiled and began to slowly undress, the candle light bringing out her smooth soft skin, and then climbed in with me and settled down in the water in front of me. I placed my glass on the edge of the tub and sat up behind her. I began to softly massage her neck, back, and shoulders to help her relax after what I knew to be a rough day at work. She sighed as I massaged her shoulders, slipping my hands down slowly in front of her to cup her breasts..