Tongues entwined as they rhythmically made love as we all watched in silent wonder. It wasn’t the thrusting fucking of two strangers anymore. It was...too lovely humans enjoying each other’s naked bodies to the limit of their capabilities. Susan seemed so happy and contented with Julio inside her, and he in turn kissed and caressed her with a fondness only someone who really cared for her would do. Maybe, I thought, he wasn’t a gigolo at all, just a normal red blooded man loving and enjoying the. Her mousy brown hair was over her shoulders, and straight. She wore it in a simple pony-tail at work, and she looked better that way than when it was down. It seemed to add character to her face. Being 18, she had an acne problem, her nose was too big, her lips too thin, her eyebrows were too heavy and kind of wild, and she had a mustache. The mustache was not really surprising as she was of Polish-Italian extraction and her mother's mustache was better than mine (met her when I delivered them. My reflection in the mirror was stunning, especially to me. Ihad never imagined I could look as nice as I did. The makeup, thefoam rubber breast pads and the grownup clothes made all thedifference. We left the bedroom went into the living room as Jeanniewanted to show me a few more things about being a lady. She led me toa chair and said, "I sure you don't want to look all wrinkled, so whenyou sit down, make sure your skirt isn't all bunched up in back. Youhave to be conscious of how you. Her tits, as I said, were small, barely rising from her chest, but her nipples were to die for. They were almost an inch long and constantly erect. I lifted her shirt and sucked each of them in turn. There was a lot of moaning from bioth of us and slurping sounds as I took my fill of those magnificent nips.Jenny lowered herself to her knees and unzipped my jeans and sucked in my now straining cock. 'Lipstick on the dipstick...' I though, realizing too late I had said it out loud.She stopped ,.