Those are not very interesting to me. I like the ones that are artistically represented by a well-known woman artist, resembling some kinds of flowers... Orchids seem to look like the delicate parts of a woman’s welcoming place.The woman who owned the first pussy I ever experienced wasn’t the prettiest, didn’t have the biggest tits, but set a lifetime standard for me. Melanie was my brother’s girlfriend at the time and he convinced her, rather easily as I look back, to take my cherry. That first. But like most men in their late 40’s I never can getenough sex from her. I started to collect sexy text onthe internet to compensate for this. I would stay upuntil the wee hours of the night reading and rubbing.And it made some difference in the frustration level.Well, by being exposed to all the different types ofsexual fantasies that you can get from the internet, Iguess I became desensitized to the variations of sexavailable to the human being. So anyway, I read this. I was in heaven! She tasted so good. I licked them all over and around until I was sure I hadn't missed any of her sweetness. Back she went to masturbating over me. Was this the punishment she had in mind? To drive me insane with lust and no release? God I hope not. I can think of better ways to go. After what seemed to be an eternity she stopped and slowly lowered her moth onto me and began to like and lightly suck the very tip. “I need to have you nice and wet for me" she cooed. She turned. The clock read; 2:05 AM. We drifted off to sleep, wet with my semen as we heard the loud creaking of Karen's bed as John fucked her with his massive cock. I wanted to play with his cock again. Sunday, no classes. Mary was asleep. I spooned up to her, my cock rock-hard. I tried slipping it into her while playing with her nipples. She didn't budge. I tried again. Nothing. Fuck. I had to pee, so I listened intently. Nothing. Karen and John must still be asleep. I got up, my large erection huge.