Fumbling around his crotch she found his prick and milked it in his pants. She loosened his belt, opened the zipper and drove her hand in to release i... into the open. Marsha turned herself and lay facing the back of the seat with her head in Ted's lap. Her right knee, on the bottom, pressed against the seat underneath and her left resting on her husbands legs. She moved her mouth closer and began a slow sucking to Ted's cock head and felt her husbands fingers in her pussy. Hutch inserted two. So you can see that I was not that type of girl who thinks about kisses, sex and all these things. I was more bookish then romantic.But today, it all changed for me. I get to know how it feels, when someone touches you, kisses you, fingers your vagina. I was standing there, sometimes feeling low for myslef and the other minute thinking how I felt. Something in my mind was feeling like I enjoyed it. I could still feel the fingers on my vagina and butthole. I could still feel my boob getting. I noticed.We found a reason to discuss small and insignificant things together, the true purpose was to size each other up for the coming activities of the evening. My cock throbbed gently in my pants knowing what was to come. You noticed.In an instant I followed you into a vacant room where we could finally act on our desire. You hair auburn, smelled sweet with the rest of your aroma. I push you against the wall. Your breath escaped gently in a gasp as you instinctively thrust against me in. Bingo. No beating around the bush. "I'm up. Where do you want to meet?" 11:12 PM.25 minutes later I'm walking by the famous First Avenue music club looking for the bar next door. All I know is that she has red hair and is wearing a U Of M jacket. I walk in and scan the crowd. Nothing. I work my way to back. Scan the bar -- there she is!Red wig and the right jacket. Checking her out. Big bootie. Big breasts. Cute face. African American. Yummy. Showtime!I walk up, tap her on the shoulder and say.