I do love her, just not that way. Yet.”We discussed my upcoming date with Wendy, debating what I should wear and where we should go. We had things n...rrowed down when we got off at her stop. We walked down the street to her house, still talking. Pita wanted me to wear a thong, but I just couldn't with my futa-dick.“I'll pop out the moment I get hard,” I said, my cock throbbing at nearly my full girth, the tip peeking out the top of my waistband. I was glad I wasn't tucking.“I know,” Pita said.. They are so beautiful, she walks up to me bends down tells me to lick her hard nipple my tongue runs over each one she steps back raises her skirt, i see her white thong. the way her pussy forms it makes my cock so hard she rub her pussy till i see pussy juice stain her thong. Nancy put the book down she was breathing heavy, her nipples were hard poking the inside of her bra. she stood with out think she took her hand put it down her pants, she was so wet. Nancy felt disgusted, she felt sick. I smelled the scent of the beautiful roses and demurred while he smiled and looked me up and down.I stood momentarily before him suddenly realizing the complete vulnerability of my circumstance. Had it been on purpose that I lost track of time or was this some kind of subliminal hope or desire on my part? It didn’t matter because his lips were soon on mine and the beautiful bouquet of roses had already been tossed by John onto the couch.I felt like a little girl in his powerful arms as his. He felt the turgor of a nipple, the little bumps on the areola and the soft roundness of her breast. She let go of his cock for a moment and with a deft movement unclipped her bra. Breaking from him she pulled it out from under her tank top, quickly rolled it up and put it in his pocket. Together again he held her breast in his hand, as his other hand explored her back. Her hand went back to his cock, she pulled the zip down and plunged her hand inside. Her fingers quickly found their way.