I knelt down in front of him and as he had with me, I started at his thighs, soaping them up before working down his legs.When I had finished working ...my way down, I started back up and this left me right in front of his cock. I reached out for it and wrapped the washcloth around it. I started moving the cloth back and forth along his cock, gently stroking it. He was semi-hard when I started and it didn’t take long for his cock to get to its full hardness. I kept working back forth, making sure. I told her that I already said that I'm fine with loaning out my girl as his slut for the night. So I was like the chauffeur while they got in the back. While I drove in the dark, I could hear them kissing. Now and then, with the right street lights or oncoming car lights, I could see them making out in my rear view mirror. About halfway through the drive, I heard her moaning again. I looked back and his hand was down her pants and he was fingering her pussy. My cock got hard as I. Paula's artificial 'little girl' look was natural to Helen. Although she was some six inches taller than Karl, her reddish-blonde hair and a pale face, green eyes, and a figure that looked still to have puppy-fat on it gave her an air of young innocence that Jacqui knew appealed to some men. Dress her in a white blouse, a short skirt and ankle socks and she could pass for thirteen or fourteen easily and that seemed to be what Karl wanted."But I don't want to be in a brothel, and I shouldn't be. I examined every moment we made love to one another in chat or instant messaging. I saw a pattern of complete lovemaking. There was never a moment that he just “fucked” me, used me or made me feel cheap in what we shared. He was always so very gentle, so kind and patient and so refreshingly slow with me, yet he was also completely thorough when he took me. He teased me until I didn’t think I could take anymore, and then he showed me I could, he made sure I was completely satisfied over and.