I wanted her to touch me more.She unzipped my completely, my dress falling open on either side. Settling in close to my vagina, she massaged me throug... my panties for a minute. My breathing was uneven as I watched her fascinated by the situation. I have been with a guy before but it didn't feel like this. The way she touched me was like she knew exactly what my body wanted. Her fingers glided up and down across my tummy, then inside my thighs. My pussy was throbbing by the time she put her. Wieczorem zaproponowałam:- To co, pobawimy się trochę kochanie?- Dobrze.. może zaczniemy od tego, że zrobię Ci dokładny masaż?- A może w pierwszej kolejności zajmiemy się Twoją dupką.. - odparłam bez namysłu z błyskiem w oku.Widać było, że był zaskoczony moją inicjatywą. Rozebrałam się i wciągnęłam na siebie moją 'specjalną bieliznę'. Silikonowe majtki przywierały ściśle, lecz wygodnie do mojego ciała, podstawa dilda spoczywała na mojej łechtaczce. Nie mogłam się nadziwić nowemu widokowi. It was like a large soft mushroom, filling my mouth as he started stroking it in and back. Breathing through my nose, being held in his vice like grip, I had no choice but to accept his cock was in my mouth. Tasting his hot skin, I tried to relax and make the most of what was happening. Running my tongue around the head, I kept him from going too deep and gagging me. As my tongue ran over the pee hole, I tasted the strange taste of his pre-cum. Then a strange feeling struck me. My little penis. It was kind of muddy to be running up the trail, but it was muddy going up the road, too.Mark was not a fanatic jogger, one that had to get his miles in, no matter what the weather. Neither was Jackie, for that matter; in fact, both disliked it, but saw it as a necessary evil, at best. Perhaps five years before, on a trail work trip, they had come to realize that they weren't in the shape that they once were.It hadn't taken much to see what the problem was. Mark's work was pretty sedentary,.