And, like Jennifer, she had simply pulled the sheet over her when she was finished, and gone to sleep.She smelled something cooking, and decided it wa... pancakes. Hurriedly she got dressed and left the bedroom to visit the bathroom, before she, too, looked in on their house guest.The couch was empty, the sheet folded neatly and lying on one arm.She found them in the kitchen. Even before she entered the room, she knew somebody had made coffee. She assumed that was Bobby, because Jennifer never. But I always like to be on top!"Ginger knew I was very ticklish. She quickly lunges at me, knocking me to the floor and digs her hands into my sides. But I know this runs in the family and tickle her back. As I did, my hands groped her shapely little hips. As we both laugh uncontrollably, I felt Ginger’s hot body pressed tightly against me.Her cute tits were smashing against my chest. Her warm breath tickled my neck as she giggled into my ear. Her laughter started to fade as both of us. “Don’t be like that. Not all women are the same as your ex.”“Oh, come on, we aren’t going to talk about this again, are we?” I looked up at the ceiling. If I were going to break down and have sex with someone, I would set my sights a little closer to home.She cut me off. “I know, that’s not fair. Look, have I ever asked you to do anything like this before?”“No,” I answered but still didn’t look at her.“So, will you indulge me?” she asked a little too eagerly. She slipped her hand under my shirt. She looked down as she caught the hem of her skirt and pulled it right up to her waist.The first thing I noticed is that she was wearing stockings, as a good two or three inches of bare skin showed at the top of each thigh. The second thing I noticed, as my jaw hit the ground, was the big penis and balls that hung freely between her legs.She saw me looking and smiled, kind of half shyly. "I don't like to wear underwear," she explained. "I find it too confining."I think I said "Oh". But I'm not.