For example , I told her one time I had a guy coming over to look at an antique car I have for sell. I told her he would be here around lunch time. So...right at twelve she comes out to the garage dressed in a short white pleated skirt and a white tank top. I can tell she is wearing a bra but her legs are bare, they are tanned and look great without pantyhose. I told her my guy just called and said he was about five miles away and would be here in fifteen minutes. This gave her enough time to. But best of all are her natural 34E breasts with their lovely pale brown areolae the size of an old penny piece and nipples that stand up like little soldiers when she is aroused. With only a tiny little thong bikini bottom she attracted a lot of admiring attention when she was sunbathing by the pool and mine wasn’t the only cock standing to attention. A couple of days before we had left home, one of our swinger friends told me that he knew of a number of classy private adult clubs in Rome,. I pulled him up and started kissing him, I tasted the sweet falvor of what I assumed to be me and I felt my arousal thicken. I moaned lightly when I felt his rock hard cock at my entrance. I reached between us and lined it up the right way and he lightly pushed forward, entering me. Then he pushed with what seemed like everything he had in him. A strangled moan tore from my lips and I felt my pussy clinch and pulse around the now comfortable cock in me. "If you're not quiet princess momma will. Aside from the bragging tone and the tall-tale aspect of his claims, I could relate to his plight. In my own relationships, few and far between as they had been, I had always sought out my partners for beauty rather than personality, and it was always me doing the chasing. The relationships lacked adventure and spontaneity. We went out for dinner or a show, then back to one or the other's apartment for sex. I was never one for the club scene, and none of them wanted to leave the city for.