I love to have my breasts played with. And I absolutely need to fondle them whenever I masturbate or as part of foreplay when I make love. I roll over...on to my back, and pull on my nipples, drawing my breasts away my chest and then letting go and having it slap against me. I start to day dream and wonder how great it would feel to have them sucked. Just a little! Gentle. No biting. Well, maybe a little nibble. The mere thought makes my breasts ache. I sit up at the edge of the bed, my muscles. My hand froze, uncertain of how to proceed. All I knew was there should be an opening among this fuzziness.Her lips left mine and she whispered, "Go on, Mike. Touch me there."Without daring to look down at what I was doing I let my untrained fingers grope around the hairs. Where was it? Where was that secret opening?I felt her legs moving apart and her mouth close to my ear breathed, "Lower, Mike. Follow the groove."Groove? Yes, my middle finger found an indentation. Tracing it, I found lips. Hanson was not only hung, he was skilled, he really knew how to fuck, she looked at her husband and whispered thank you and then they were gone to a place that only two people fucking can share, she was not aware of anything but the huge cock in her, and the sensations it was causing, and Hanson, was finally fucking a woman he had had so many fantasys about, he was totally lost in her soft wet pussy. Steve positioned himself at the foot of the bed so he could see the big cock going in and out. I just loved being a woman. The simplepleasure of hose, heels and my clothes stimulated me throughout eachday. How could I ever be anyone but Carolyn!Suzy stayed in bed watching me dress. We chatted as the time slipped byand soon I was ready to leave. I pulled the covers over her and kissedher gently. As I went to my car, the sun shone warmly. I took off my coat and drovehome slowly. I couldn't resist making eye contact at stop lights. Itwas a great way to start my day!As I drove, I.