His insistent cock head was already tapping on my renewed cunt lips. He offered me the beach towel to bite down on as he once again went south to tast... and tease me. I half listened to my husband’s breathing, and half cooed my approval for what my lover was doing. Soon he came up again to stuff his meat into my stretched out pussy walls, which were more accommodating this time, but slightly tender. He had my ass at the edge of the bed; he was standing, holding my ankles on either side of his. As he did, her cunt muscles seemed to grab his finger and hold like a vise. As waves of orgasmic pleasure washed over her, Dolly's cunt walls would alternately balloon and contract. Dolly was sweating and grunting like an animal in heat as Lyle worked her cunt and tits. Almost as if on cue, Lyle stood up, glanced at Rob, began to strip off his clothes.With that he reached down and ripped the remnants of Dolly's gown of her luscious body. Now they were both naked and ready! Dolly looked through. It was Donna Jean from next door my lifelong flame since I was in the second grade. I became aware of girls and love at a young age. My mother was a huge soap opera fan and then would watch “Afternoon Delights,” the romance movies on local television. On bad weather afternoons I would sit on the couch with her and be spellbinded by the interactions between men and women. I identified with the men and yearned for the women. I’d say I was normal then, except that most boys my age were. Didn’t feel right but to be honest it was fabulous. I'd like to switch it around though, show her what it’s like the other way around."Come here, kiss me"No objection from me. I went to her, naked and erect. Pulled her to me and kissed those lips. My God they were lovely. So soft. I held the back of her head with one hand, the other moved down her back to her bum. My tongue exploring her mouth. I pulled her into me. I'm sure she could feel my hardness against her stomach. I wanted her. I wanted.