At first I didn't know what to do, but then let it happen. While we kissed my hands started to roam up and down her back and then I got a little darin.... I managed to squeeze my hands down the back of her dressed and grabbed her naked ass. Stephanie moaned in my mouth and then broke our kiss."Does that answer your question from earlier?" Damn girl yes it does. If you knew what is going through my mind and what you are doing to me." "Let's go back home and maybe you can show me," Stephanie said. She was always inventive and had countless ways of pleasuring the two of us. She also shaved my pubic hair away, telling me it makes me look so much larger and younger and nicer to suck, three reasons that have kept me shaved ever since.We rarely dressed, always touching each other, fondling whenever, wherever and whatever we desired; we now watched porn more than television and she often wanted us to do what the couple on the screen was doing. It was great sex.Then, her break was over. We both. "I don't usually bother with these things, but it would look good if I made an appearance, and, well..." You want to show me off, don't you?" she grinned."Well, yes, I do. It's not just that though. I want them to meet the woman who makes me happy. I want them to see why I smile in the morning. I want them to meet you." Hmm, I see," she replied with lowered eyelids. "Is this formal or business?" Rob frowned at her. "Should I wear an evening gown or just dress nice?" Oh, I get it. Well, most of. "Apparently, several young -- well at least they were pre-menopausal -- women overhearing our conversation about seducing young studs and making them into fucktoys, got so lathered-up they were compelled to hike their skirts and start pleasuring themselves on the spot," the author explained. "It might have ended with a few temporarily satisfied women with soaked panties, but when my interlocutor began to describe how she arranged to get fucked silly and filled with boiling hot jizz just when.