“Now can I kiss you some more?”“Oh hell, yes,” I moaned. I really liked this kissin’ stuff.Somewhere in the middle of it, Aubrey threw her l...eft leg over mine and pushed it up against my wet pussy. My hips sort of lunged forward when she made contact and I caught my breath. I felt her short hairs sliding up my thigh in the same rhythm. We’d woken up a few times holding each other, usually with one of us grabbing the other’s breast. But this was the first time I looked straight into her eyes as I. This morning he was in the mood to wail on me. He was like a sweet silky hard freight train; in hard, out head, steady and relentless. My face was pressing hard into the pillow and his belly was whacking wet and sweaty into my ass. How he could keep this pace for so long I don’t know, but he wailed on me for what seemed like an hour before he suddenly stopped deep inside me. Silent. I could hear him panting, I could feel his cock throbbing. I tightened my ass around him. “No, don’t baby.” he. Maybe he should do the same thing. This obsessing over a guy was a strange experience and going out to a bar dancing would clear his mind. He got a drink from the minibar and relaxed on the balcony to watch the sunset, a view that he never tired of. There was a beach bar nearby that was always hopping and he would head out there presently. Martin was trying not to be a Peeping Tom but his neighbor was not making it easy. Martin went in to get ready himself. As he was about to leave, he noticed. I took my time interviewing women who I thought would be the best candidates. I would call my girls "The Sweet Tarts."The candidates would have to do anything sexual that might come up. I advertised in newspapers and in sexual type magazines. I was lucky and found two interesting women. The first one was Sally. Sally was a blond girl who was twenty-two years old. She had blue eyes and enormous breasts on a very slim body. She had a nice ass and the best shaved pussy you ever have seen. She also.