This time it was about fucking. Just plain fucking. Hard and fast, then slow and gentle, but all the time fucking. Where before, when it was just my f...nger and her cunt muscles had gripped me tightly, she now opened up more completely. Only her vaginal sphincter gripped my rigid penis as I sluiced in and out. We were joined in the most intimate way possible - locked together, sexes rocking against each other. She was being driven toward the side of the bed, and she gasped and said, "I'm gonna. They often arrived at the elevator together, going to work on different floors of the same high-rise. But they’d never talked, and it seemed they never would. Deb was an aide in an HMO office. She had three kids from a failed marriage, but that was all behind her. She was just glad that she’d figured it all out before she had become an old maid! Now the kids were growing, and healthy, and she had a job she could rely on. She only wished (now & then) that she could catch some fellow’s eye. Maybe. Before too long I was taking these gorgeous pieces of clothing home with me and trying them on when no one was around, Then one day I came across some black spandex short shorts, a sexy nylon pair of panties (thongs) and a yellow nylony top. I couldn't wait to get home and try them on. I think I was 12 when I had my first orgasm, wearing these beautiful clothes. Towards the end of that summer I got even more daring and would wear these clothes outside while delivering the papers, actually. "get my towel..." I strip off my own shirt, the black lacy bra barely concealiling my C-cups. "I'll get that for you!" she volunteers, completely naked except for her pink thong, not covering her perfectly smooth, shaven pussy. Unclasping my bra before I can object, her hands slip around and take a firm hold on my breasts, one in each cool hand. I moan as she gently squeezes, playfully fondeling my nipples that are standing at attention. She is grinding her body against my back, and making no.