Vivid images of her squeezing her breast flooded my mind: of her slender fingers teasing and pinching her hard nipple. I felt a throb between my legs ...nd a familiar wetness. Soon my musky scent would mingle with her sweeter scent, both overwhelming the perfume she wore. “Faster, faster,” she cried, an urgency in her voice I hadn’t heard often. I took delight in letting my tongue flicker over her clit, accelerating to a speed I didn’t know my tongue could move at. Teasingly I slowed, pressed. She could bounce on him, but not get much height. He slowed her, took her fingers in his mouth and then led them to her clit. His mouth lowered to her nipples. His hands clutched her taut ass. He became the engine of the fuck, testing his strength. His muscles enabled longer strokes and faster ones, and he pulled her hard against him when their groins met.“Joe!” she exclaimed near his ear. Her hand grabbed his hair, hinting at pain. It kept him from cumming. Or maybe cumming earlier did. He. So what if I happened to be one of them?Glancing down at my own body illuminated by the fire, I almost feel sorry for William and at what he is missing- almost, but not quite. I see a tiny bikini package that seems to cover close to nothing. Two large orbs swell out of my chest, touching slightly in the middle, and then rounding around like two big melons to the outside. The only fabric is the strap that stretches down from behind my neck to the little white cups that serve to cover the. “I know, it’s just that I thought you would do it like we do in class.” “Would you prefer that?” she asked with a look that said are you serious? To me.“No, I like it better this way; it helps me do it more real.” I pulled out of my ass.“Okay, good, now let’s try again.” We ran through the scene about five or six more times, and by the third or fourth time I definitely felt myself starting to get hard. Once we felt comfortable about the scene we started drinking the beer, and chose a movie.