As I ran out of the room, I looked towards Sharon who had a “whoops, sorry !” look on her face. Sharon said “you ladies are terrible; leave the poor boy alone !” as she laughed and led me away. Keeping you on the precipice of orgasm. Maybe feeling left out (and still unaware of what was being done to me), Helen got up, grabbed my hand and said: “Let’s dance” as she started to pull me to my feet “No. Sharon was a petite-yet busty 5’4” African-American woman with wide sexy blue eyes that seemed to smile at me, those same eyes that smiled mischievously when she’d caught me staring at her years ago while she was sunbathing. I know your dick better than you do” emphasizing her point by dancing her fingertips along the ridge of my cock, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through my system. n…not yet” I gasped as Sharon’s hand started stroking me even faster. “I thought I recognized that sexy booty !” Sharon said smiling; not having expected to see anyone
