He had heard the clicking of her heels but hadn’t realized that she had moved to be within a couple of feet of him. She was so close, he could smell...her sex. ‘What’s the matter? Have you never seen a woman play with herself before?’ Lacey teased, looking up into his brown eyes. ‘Oh, someone looks happy.’ Christopher saw Lacey glance down at his hardened cock. ‘Does someone want to come out and play too?’ she asked, running her hand across the crotch of his jeans. ‘Mmmm,’ he moaned, feeling her. If only our mares would do that for us.”I can see why they don’t. Jesssuzz man, you nearly killed me.” Her stomach still was trying to convulse.“I tried to warn you, but it was too late. What were you saying about later?”“No fucking way man, with a tool like that, you could have knocked the Berlin Wall down all by yourself.” Her analogy was lost on him completely.When he had settled down, he allowed her to sit on his back with her hands around his waist. Slowly at first, while she got used to. .. whatelse? Moving his left hand forward he rubbed it up and down on the right leg,the leg that looked blue under its fishnet hose felt the sensation ofhis slim robin's egg hued hand with its long black nails rub up anddown on the leg.Someone to his left cleared their throat, a bemused, because he didn'tknow what emotion was proper at the moment, Richard looked to the sourceof the sound. It was the East India hair stylist he had been patronizingand who's name he could never quite remember. It's not like I really had no clue about sex at this time. I knew the word sex meant more than whether you were a boy or a girl. In fact, my parents had borrowed a book from the local library called 'The Kid's Own XYZ Of Love And Sex'. If I recall, they tossed it in my room and closed the door quick. My parents were never big on communication. My best friend at the time and myself spent what seemed like hours studying it, so I did however know what went where. There were also those ten years of.