“Check me out!” she whispers.The guys realize their dates have stopped walking, and turn around to see them all comparing their busts to each othe....“Don’t mind me,” I say quietly. “I’m just natures little helper is all.”I then flick my finger. Can you say wardrobe malfunction?The other strap on the red-head’s bra breaks, and her exquisite breasts finally break completely free inside her clingy t-shirt. She’s already under the influence, and this only causes her to break out into giggles. The. ....it...it....really turns me on." Fucking hell!" I gasped. "Me too."We looked into each others twinkling eyes.....my fantasy might actually be about to come true."With me?" I asked virtually silently for fear of getting the wrong answer."I guess so." Connie looked disappointed at my question.I quickly interjected, "Or have you got someone else in mind?"A thin smile parted her luscious lips. "Oh! You think....the guys from the Club?" Then she giggled. "No no no.....after coming so. Well, you know, their pussies. Their cunts." "What... what?" I eagerly pumped her."Oh, usually I start with the question about how deep their orifices are. You know, how many inches of cock they can take." "How do they usually answer?" Well, it's kind of inconclusive," she told me. "It turns out that most women don't have a husband or a lover with a prick really large enough to give them a stiff test. Most women say that they enjoy sex, but they're usually left wanting mare." "Gee, that's. " She growled."Ok." I said, smiling. "Fucking stunning actually." That is better. Now let's have a feel of this monster. How long is it?" She asked, stepping toward me and wrapping the long, slender fingers of her right hand around the middle of my shaft.I didn't answer; instead I pushed my right hand between her legs, sliding my fingers through her thick long bush in search of her pleasure button. It wasn't hard to find as it was already erect and pushing out from under its hood. As soon as I.