Which oneof us didn't have a crush on Jess growing up?" Guilty," I mumbled."Not me," Mason said proudly, folding his arms across his chest."Yeah, that...s probably because you wanted to BE Jess," I teased, givinghim a playful shove."Shaadup!" he joked, shoving me back."Settle down girls," Jess said. "Let him finish." So as I was saying, with each passing day I become more comfortable inJess' skin. The look on the kid's faces when they walked into thekitchen every morning to the breakfast I had. Tonight I was going over to the adult theater. I had already showered and did my make-up. I wore a little black dress that was very short and form fitting. I didn’t wear a bra or panties. I just wanted to have a hot time. I wanted to be fingered and fucked in every direction.I was very excited and wanted to get the evening going. I got into my car and drove down to the theater. It took about thirty minutes to get to it. I was very horny and wet just thinking about all the naughty fun I would. And experience has taught me the taller and leaner he is, the bigger his dick tends to be. THAT is a definite plus.The jogging boy heading my way definitely fit all my parameters. He was about 26 years old, maybe 6-foot 2 with short brown hair, a hatchet of a nose and cheekbones that seemed to frame his entire face. His legs were long and graceful – not skinny – like a thoroughbred racehorse. They were fuzzed with a decent layer of hair, although I wouldn’t call him Bigfoot. I’d guess his. .even hotter...you gasp with pleasure as my finger slips inside you and I feel your hips raise...trying to pull my fingers even deeper into you. My fingers stroke in and out as you get wetter and wetter. Now and again, my fingers slip out of the heated channel to caress your clit once again, eliciting moans of pleasure from you.My lips trace the path my fingers took just a few moments ago, placing loving kisses along your flawless skin.I hear your cry out as my tongue slips along your slick.