Samaritan
Mary slipped her plain cotton panties off, folded them carefully, and added them to the neatly organized pile of the rest of her uniform. "You don't have to do this," James whispered. "It's not something I have to do, it's something I want to do." Mary leaned forward and kissed him. "Are you ready?" Mary followed James's gaze down to his midsection, where his raging erection, looking as hard and straight as a totem pole, left no doubt as to his readiness. She took one more deep...