And there is something really neat about remembering that first unique, or perhaps, that first out of the ordinary sensual or sexual experience someon... had us experienced, and the person who “did it “ to us.I already spoke about Fatima in my previous story. With her I would have my first taste of golden nectar and because of her I would develop a taste for it. As well as for the incredible arousal of having a lady urinate through her panties right into my mouth.And I was absolutely not prepared. “That's embarrassing.”I gave Mark a questioning glance. He nodded while walking over. “Yup, my mother walked in on me and fuck, that's bad . . . a game changer.”Maybe I should tell him I walked in on my parents? “Shit, that sucks.”“Damn, that guy has a huge cock,” Mark said and focused on the computer screen.Once again I didn't know how to respond, so I nodded and watched that magnificent dick slide in and out of the girl's mouth. Her eyes were watering and spit dripped from her chin. Out of. Endless rows of little pieces of driftwood set into the wall with a green seaweed railing. The curve lifted seemingly endless, but she climbed on those lean legs tirelessly. Round and round we went higher and higher, sunlight glinting pink through mother of pearl windows. On we climbed, ascending till the wood steps flattened out and became a room. She moved immediately to the edges of a swirling mural, the colors muted browns, pinks, even blacks and greys. small pebbles intersecting with the. When they were both naked they did a few dancer moves turning around and such so that we could get the full benefit of their bare ass beauty . We were much appreciative and said so .Next they started to remove our clothes much to our delight all the while my wife , Sandi , stayed on Ricks' side and Kari on mine . Rick and I wondered aloud if we were dreaming to the wives delight as they giggled while they were stripping us . When they got us down to our shorts they paused , looked at each.