"How's that?. he asked and worked his way back up my body. He put more soap on his hands and washed my hips, he even reached around and washed my gr...oin, causing me to sprout a chubbie, he diligently washed it, until I felt close and leaned back until felt something "meaty touch mu ass. My legs were spread, and my "friend" worked his hands in large circles on the globes of my ass, sliding each of his thumbs down the crack both gently poking into that most private area. First one, then the. Your breath is shortened already with just one touch to your nipples. You wonder who I am, but the details don’t matter so long as your touches continue.I press your thighs apart and feel your body beginning to submit to me, a total stranger, a female stranger. My own nipples press against your knees when I lean to smell your fur. I can smell your anxiousness. I pinch your nipples once more, tugging them harder this time and pulling them away from your breasts. Your back arches in your chair as. She ran to get ready, quickly showered while making sure not a drop of soap touched between her legs -- it was his wish to have her display the signs of her sluttiness … but also, she suspected, he loved her sweet private aroma -- and shaved herself bare.His wish and desire were for her to greet him as his whore, and so she hurriedly pulled on stockings, garter belt, short black skirt and a tight low-cut sweater that looked more like fishing net. Jokingly, she pulled her nipples through the. I’d been out in the country with Mr O in the past when he’d taken me hunting for small game. I’d always enjoyed his company. He was a calm, gentle, soft spoken man, tall and square. I called their house to say I’d be happy to go, and luckily, Mr O answered the phone. He said that if I was available, he’d like me to give him a hand with the summer camp set-up, as Charlie had to take care of her mother. He told me we would leave early on Saturday morning and return sometime Monday afternoon..