He was everything I wanted in a man at the time; successful, handsome, great in bed and willing to eat my pussy till the cows come home. Back then, I ...as really turned on by getting my pussy eaten, it made me feel powerful.It was Friday night and Sean and I just got in from dinner, he usually sleeps at my place every Friday and I sleep at his on Saturday. Routined Friday night, dinner, movie, fuck, bed. So we did the dinner and the movie, I'm sitting cross legged on the couch waiting for him to. Getting out of the pool, I looked around to ensure no one could see me and I slipped my thumbs in the sides of my tiny yellow thong and slipped it down my legs then stepping out of it. As I stood up, I felt a tingle in my pussy that sent a shiver over my body. Without stopping, I reached for the strings tied behind my back and pulled, releasing my breasts. I pulled the top of my bikini over my head and let it fall in a lounge chair. I loved the feel of the breeze against my body. I reached for. Wow! I had never seen one as big as his. Whew! Just looking down at it made my own cock get hard. He saw mine and smiled. "Feels good doesn't it?" I nodded. He finished pissing and turned toward me and then, suddenly, he pulled me against him and shoved down my shorts and briefs. Then he quickly shoved his pants down and pulled me against him again. I felt his cock against my belly as he kissed me... a feeling I will never forget. He reached down and took my cock in one hand and began feeling. As Keven put a helmet on me, I marveled at the relative lack of fear I had about riding the big bike. He put on his own helmet and climbed aboard. "Sit behind me and hold on around my waist," he instructed me. "Hold onto me as tight as you like."I climbed on behind him and found the places to put my feet. Then, with a shiver, I slid my arms around his waist and pulled myself against him. The heat of this morning was dampened but not gone completely. His stomach was a hot slab of muscle under my.