One hand keeps caressing while the other tugs my panties the rest of the way off. She massages my feet slowly, my calves, my thighs, my buttocks. Agai...n, I have the sense that she is memorizing me with her fingers. Then, with one hand on my hip, she rolls me over, then sits back on her heels to admire me. "Lovely. You are lovely." I can see she is studying the contrast between my pale skin and the black pubic hair, eyes dancing over my body almost like caressing fingers. I can almost feel her. He evil sun came through the window, waking me from a peaceful sleep. I rolled over on top of my phone and picked it up.“Thanks for last night. I needed it. Miss you Ever ready, that's me, Dewey, as you well remember." So you are still shagging every obtainable female in the vicinity, then?"He nodded enthusiastically. "Fucking Aye; what's a man for but to fuck?" What about Gina?" What about her?" Gino gazed at me in surprise. "When I'm home I fuck her, and when I'm away I fuck whatever is available." He pulled out his comb and flicked back his hair. I noticed a few grey hairs amongst the glossy black."What does Gina do when you're away?"He spun around and. I had got up onto it quickly and now the seam of my shorts was rubbing on my hard clit. My cunt was feeling very moist. He still hadn’t even looked at my leg. I turned over to lie on my chest. Paul began to massage my leg. It felt so good. He spoke gently and was so good at explaining all the fine little details of what my injury was. I tried hard to listen but all the time I was mesmerized by his touch and his voice. His touch was so gentle, yet erotic. Even though I knew he was just doing.