Words weren’t needed. The relief on her face was as much of a “thank you” as I needed. I walked Brielle to my car exotic and drove her back to my apartment. We stepped inside and Brielle asian looked around, as if trying to gauge japan how her bachelor of a teacher lived. I looked at her and smiled. She smiled back and started shivering. “Here,” I extended my hand, “Come with me. I’ll help you get warmed up.” She just nodded and took my hand. I led her to the bathroom, handed her a towel. I reached into the shower and started the water, making sure it was nice and warm. I looked at Brielle and said, “I’ll leave you be. Take as long as you need.” “Thank you, Mr. Jordan.” She replied I smiled at her and said “Please. Call me Mike.” She blushed a little at this, then sheepishly replied “Ok, Mr. Jor-…. I mean Mike.” With that, I left the room and closed the door behind me. I heard the shower door open and close and I knew that right on the other side of this door was the object of many of my fantasies….standing in my shower…. naked….wet…… I felt my cock stirring in my boxers… I was small tempted to open the door a crack and peek in. But I decided against it. Instead, I quickly ran into my bedroom and started to rub one out. As I sat there stroking, I thought about Brielle, wondering what would happen this weekend, if anything. I was almost about the finish when I heard Brielle’s voice from the bathroom. “Mr. japanese Jordan, I don’t have anything to wear!!” she hollered. I bolted up, grabbed the shirt and shorts I had put aside for her and ran to the bathroom knocking on the door. “Brielle, I have clothes for you. I’m going to leave them here.” I no sooner finished the sentence than the door opened, and I was met with the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Standing in front of me was 18 year old Brielle, soaking wet, wrapped only in a towel, which clung to her form perfectly, showing off the small swell of her tits and the mini curve of her waist. Her long dark hair curled and stuck to the side of her face and her bare shoulders. My eyes followed her hair down her neck, to her collarbone, protruding outward, leading to the beginnings of her breasts, which is where the towel began. She must have caught me staring. “Um… Mr. Jordan? Mike? Hellloooooo!” "We're pretty safe in here, they've never seen me so have never came looking." exotic around and looked at the grayish blood spotted goo in the bowl. Pleasure radiated down my shaft and through my japanese body. She began to rock back and forth milking my cock. Edgar made an unhappy face. Of course, I couldn't make every girl into a pure one. japan Betsy hurriedly crossed the circle to her side and whispered into her ear. "I think there's asian a pair of headlights that's been following us for a few streets." “I’m small already dead.” I hissed back. “So, what do you wanna ask?”