"My name is Jen and I'm blonde and petite." Jen looked over at her husband. "What else should I say?" Tell him your measurements." Jen scowled at her ...usband, and he laughed. "Go ahead, he's way up in New York, he won't bite." I'm about 34-24-34." Jen was about to hit send when Michael said, "Tell him you have great legs." Jen scowled at her husband again, but then typed, "My husband says I have nice legs."Gerard's reply came on the screen a few seconds later."You sound beautiful. I'd love to. With his eyes still closed, I pressed my cock forward again and his lips gently parted and accepted my cocks head between them. I looked down and watched as the engored head of my cock slowly slid between his young lips. I moved my hips back and forth and watched as my cock fucked his mouth. His young wet mouth was too much to resist and I quickly felt the wonderful feeling of an impending orgasm. I wanted him to taste me, I wanted to fill his beautiful mouth with my semen. I didn’t warn him. I. Again, almost of its own accord, my other hand strayed to my crotch and a finger rested on top of my slit and stroked. I looked down and saw my light cotton trousers being eaten by my puffy outer lips. I smiled at the sight of my camel toe. I didn’t really like that term but, right then, the view of my crack line turned me on. Greatly. I don’t know how long I’d sat there staring, but I’d become really horny. My mind filled with words I never used: pussy, crack, slot, even cock. They were words. " Kathy, my new girlfriend, is one jealous bitch. When the couch is in place we sit awkwardly together on it. "You know I would let you do whatever you want to me if you promise to still come and visit me? Kathy would never need to know hat we're doing. " Leanne smiled awkwardly at me and twists her hands together nervously. I look at her hard, thinking things through. "You really mean anything!?" Yeah..." She replies as one hand absently rubs a breast through her thin t-shirt. "Show me how.