I had to taste her. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. She accepted my kiss immediately, as if she had been waiting on me to make the move....Her lips parted and my tongue ventured forth to meet hers. Our kiss deepened and I gathered her in my arms, pulling her closer to me. As she pressed into me, I could feel my heart beat faster and more importantly, I could feel a stirring in my crotch that I hadn't felt in far too long. I hadn't had any kind of relationship - hell, I hadn't had. The stimulation caused an automatic response and before I realized what was happening, I was tenting the sheet. I tried to relax and not be self-conscious, but Bree just kept rocking in the same place, never moving her fingers away from the outside of my hip. The muscle there felt fine now and I couldn’t figure out why she was continuing to work it.I cracked my eyes open just a little and looked up at her. Her attention was riveted on my cock. Bree was flushed and breathing shallowly as she. I took a quick look around and spotted it immediately. There it was displayed prominently, TRENDS and there I was or should I say my female alter ego right there on the cover. She was wearing this lacy puffy miniskirt and was on her knees. Her smiling upturned face was inches away from the bulging crotch of a well muscled man wearing just a pair of bikini type briefs. As I looked closer, the inscription on the cover read, "This month Stacy gets a mouthful."I was completely embarrassed and. Our thinking, tastes and reaction to most issues is about the same except that in a tense situation Sarit gets nervous very quickly. Another difference is our looks.Sarit is 5′ 6″ tall, fair and slim with short bobbed hair. She is pretty but not a head turner. You can’t say this about her boobs. They have turned many a heads. Omigosh, they are big. Sorry big is not the right word: they are huge, like two mini Mount Everest peaks. I always tease her by saying, ‘Sarit be sure to marry a mountain.