"You look gorgeous darling" I said and I meant it, with his big blue eyes and curly blonde hair, he was achingly beautiful."How about me?"I stood up i...n front of him, naked except for the black seamed stockings in the classic modelling pose of one knee slightly in front of the other and hands on hips.His eyes travelled over my firm, ripe breasts, each nipple adorned with a delicate gold ring, down over my flat stomach to where he could just see the top of my hairless slit."Beautiful mummy" he. I sucked his red cockhead looking at him and making loud slurping sounds."You like it, don't you, you little cocksusker!" he said smiling."Mmm...I love your big, hard shaft, Chris!" I muttered."Don't speak with your mouth full!" Chris said laughing and shoving his phallus in the utter depths of my mouth.Suddenly, he pulled out. It seemed to me a bit strange that he didn't cum but I didn't care. I thought that it was all over and I tried to get up but Chris pushed me back on the floor."Where do. You stand up and tell me to sit in the chair. I oblige you unbuckle my pants and pull them down to my ankles. My engorged cock stands straight up in the air. Slowly you step over and straddle me, guiding the head of my cock towards your dripping pussy. You lower yourself onto me, taking every inch slowly until my entire length is inside you. I remove your bra and take your tits in my mouth, sucking and biting. I feel the walls of your pussy tighten around me as you cum again, pushed over the. An *interesting* face.’ She tugs on a few of his chest hairs, causing pinpricks of pain. Reaching down, she picks up the shaving dish, takes the brush in her other hand, and begins lathering his chest. ‘He never said, but I think he wished his chest was hairier. Very important sign of machismo, to all the boys back home.’ Retrieving the razor from the bag, she begins to denude his chest of hair with the same sure, steady strokes she’d used on his face. ‘Less important here, or so I’m told by.