The evening duly arrived and so did Stephen and Cathy. We insisted on hosting as they were having work done and it seemed so much more sensible. The e...ening was going nicely with light bites and the wine seemed to flow a little too easily making everyone nice and warm and mellow. We had got to the point where we were recycling old jokes from our youth, even the one about swopping keys one gets the jag while the other one got a Honda 50. Cathy gave a rather dirty little giggle and her hand. He likes me to wear a dress or miniskirt that opens at the front with no panties on. During the summer we would walk into the woods and have sex in the forest away from the main paths. There’s something about being in the open air with a man making love to me that really turns me on. I love the feeling of the breeze on my naked skin and the thought that we are in the open. Both my lover, and my husband have had vasectomies, and I don’t have to take the pill which I was allergic to. Smoothing the loose shirt down over her torso, she looked at her nonexistent bust in dismay. Her face was pretty, she was sure of that. Crystal blue eyes, a pert little nose. And her legs were to die for. But, in feelings that were growing ever more clear to her, she also knew that her breasts were pitiful. Not even handfuls, they were little more than small mounds on her chest, barely breaking the flat plane of her torso."At least I save a fortune on bras," Kelly had remarked once, in. She was still mainly fixated on Beeders dick, but she was also checking out my tits. Its something Ive noticed over the years, a big set of boobs seems to awaken at the very least curiosity in a womans sexuality Come on big boy, fuck my tits Beeder began to thrust hiships into me, pushing his big dick up through my cleavage. The spit from three girls made great lube as he pushed back and forth. On every forward thrust Beeders big dickhead would poke me in the chin, so I bent my head forward and.