“I can’t wait to feel the nylon against my neck while I’m eating you,” I whispered on the bus coming home and then as we were the only ones up...tairs, I slipped a hand up between her legs.“We need to buy some sex toys,” Becky giggled as I played with her gorgeous little pussy.“Yeah,” I agreed, “A nice big double dildo.”“And strawberry flavored edible panties.”“And some fruit flavored lipstick for our nipples.”“And our pussy lips.”“Stop it, I’m getting all wet and squishy.”Thankfully we were. She finally let my flaccid dick slip from her lips. "Ahh, that was good," she giggled.I stepped back and pulled my pants up. She wiggled her ass in her chair a bit, then stood up and looked at the seat. "Oh, look," she said with a giggle, "My pussy is wet." Sure enough, there was a damp spot on the fabric seat and I caught the scent of horny woman in the air. Bending down, I took a deep whiff. "Damn," I exclaimed, "I want to drink some of that." She giggled again and said, "Come on."Grabbing my. Happy now?”“Not as happy as I’m gonna be,” Krista said. She slipped back off me, and stood in front of me as I sat on the couch, and she said, “Come on, take me to your room.”I stood up, and after what Krista had said about taking charge, I took hold of her, embracing her sweet, curvy body, and kissing her hard on the mouth. I felt a little shudder go through her body as I kissed her, and after breaking the kiss at my own leisure, I reached down abruptly, lifting her and throwing her over my. She knew all of thesethings intuitively, but the encapsulated form and the fact her husbandhad written it nagged on her. He was persuasive; something should bedone. She began to research the subject and came across manyfeminist/political sites that intrigued, but it wasn't until shestumbled upon sites focused on sexual domination of males by femalesthat her plan began to form. A business trip and a peek at the historyfolder of a public computer led her there and as it all came togethershe.