The attraction between us was palpable. Whether it was pheromones I don’t know but I wanted his hands on me so badly. Anticipation had me tingling.F...nally, his hand landed lightly on my thigh. That was it then. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other for the rest of the evening. We spent as much time kissing as we did in conversation. Mostly light teasing touches and licks as there was no going back from the full passionate kissing that usually preceded our love making.Once the wine was. “If you want, I can help. It’ll be my good deed for the day. I was even a Boy Scout many years ago so the ethos of helping is embedded deep in my soul.”She wasn’t sure, but she said, “I’ll pass you the boxes, and you can set them aside. The spare tire is buried in there somewhere. I’m not even sure if it’s any good. I’ve never touched it before.”Dave helped her move box after box, and bag after bag of clothes carefully as she handed them to him. He created a neat pile about ten feet away.. One crazy week the four of us drove to Florida in my VW beetle convertible. It was off season in Miami and we stayed at the finest hotels for only a few dollars per night ... what a time.While in Miami, we saw "Deep Throat" and several other explicit porno flicks. It was a time when it was acceptable for young couples to go and see these things and not feel like perverts. They were shown in 'regular' movies theaters not sleazy porn houses. We also saw the first live strip show we had ever. ”His words trigger me to spit on his cock and swallow his entire rigid length. He curses as his cock pulses in my throat and I keep him nestled there for over five seconds. I moan as the vibrator buzzes in my cunt and I feel his beautiful, large hands grip the sides of my head so that he can thrust in and out of my willing mouth. I’m so used to his cock down my throat that I barely gag on his impressive length and thickness. He fucks my mouth and throat like it’s my pussy and I love hearing his.