I reached up her shirt to discover—to my arousal, and surprise—that she wasn't wearing a bra. I began to fondle her tits, caressing her nipples an... feeling the shape of her soft tits. I twisted her nipple, eliciting a low moan into my mouth as she arched her back towards my hand. She was hot, and I knew without even reaching my hand in her panties that she was sopping wet. I quickly discovered how right I was when I slipped my hand into her pants. As soon as I came within inches of her hole she. ..as I kiss and caress your breast, taking the nipple between my lips and suckling tenderly. My fingers trail down over your belly, and I feel your hips rise, eagerly awaiting the stroking caress. My hand slides over your hip...down along your thigh...then back up the inside of your leg to the warm wet lips of your pussy.You moan with delight as my fingers stroke your heated mound, parting the moist folds, stroking the sensitive button within. I can hear you whimper and hold my head closer as. He kind of looked at me strange and then said something that totally caught me off guard. “Arthur I have noticed something about that has caught my attention,” he said. “What would that be,?“ I responded? “You have gay tendencies,” he said. Wow, I was flabbergasted, as I had no gay thoughts that I ever knew of. “Why in the world would you say that?” I asked. “I just know these things about young men,” he responded. “Well this time you are wrong,” I said. “I’m not gay nor do I have gay. I can remember reaching behind and taking hold of him and he felt big, but somehow instinctively, I sensed he should be between my legs and I tried to pull him in, but he just wanted to do it this way.He would run his hand over my chest but it was flat and without feeling for me, but for him it seemed to remind him of what he was trying to fuck, then suddenly he would call out, 'I'm cumming, I'm cumming', and this was my signal to bend forward, stretching my buttocks, and he would glide.