Betsy licked and kissed my balls as I slowly pulled our bodies apart. I rolled to my side and lifted myself slowly to my knees. I turned and layed back beside her and kisses her on the mouth. The smell was musky; the taste sweet. “I love you, you sexy girl” I whispered. She smiled a devilish grin. “What do you think of your sweet little cum filled slut now” she said. “Well, you are my sexy little slut; but you’re no longer cum filled. That pretty pussy of yours may have been filled when you got here; but I think I emptied you as much as you emptied me. When you got home and offered my dessert, I was excited. This exceeded all my expectations. I love you and your baking skills and hope to provide you with as much happiness and pleasure as you’ve given me.” Betsy leaned in, kissed me on the lips and said “I’ll check my cookbook and get back to you. I’ll look for another recipe that we can share” “Aaah!” Cynthia nearly screamed. Her body bucked as the hot wax strip was pulled away from her crotch. college “Don’t worry. I’ll kiss it and make it better.” Estley assured her. Robert had mentioned that he liked a well shaved woman. Cynthia eagerly wanted to please him. So she had asked her older Asian friend for help. The burning sensation in her crotch was more than she had bargained for though. girl “I should have asked what Hannah does.” The redhead moaned. indian “Just a few more strips.” Estley said with a grin. True to her word, when the younger coed’s pussy was completely bald Estley leaned in and gave her a long lick. Followed by an ice cube. She rubbed it on the moaning girl’s bare pubic mound then down to her pussylips. Followed closely by her tongue and lips. Cynthia’s pussy was on fire, but the ice was too cold. Estley’s tongue, on the other hand was just right. Not really scared…more like nervous, but not scared so much. Katherine shrugged a little, "A few weeks, maybe a couple more, Sister Priscilla." One morning after shopping, while sipping a short black in a coffee shop in a fashionable beach side suburb, a woman who I had met socially a few times came and sat beside me. We discussed the usual mundane topics middle aged woman do, like the weather, children, interest rates, houses and similar trivial topics. her training. “You can call me Andi.” “Oh don’t cover up, darling. It’s called pegging, and basically it’s where the guy becomes the girl and gets fucked!” She had stars in her deep brown eyes, and I could see the wheels turning. Her flesh massaged my shaft. I woke up to the sun indian shining through the window and wondered where the hell college I was. We need to talk about...well you know." “‘Master’ will do nicely,” Master said, standing up, “or ‘Mistress,’ if you feel girl like it. I sighed, and took my glass. Chani exclaimed as she stretched, a huge smile beaming on her face. Judging by the smiles on both their faces, Jim figured Lucy was teasing the young man; something she enjoyed doing. Wow! Then I spotted Butch, the guy I had done the stage show with. Some were carrying banners protesting about all sorts of things. At 3:30 with their nut sacks empty they all headed for the den.