Those nipples. The whole rounded titties. Loving.Was that a nudge? I moved downward, trailing kisses, to find a neat navel. A couple of kisses. An exp...oring tongue.“Ohgodddd...”I started down further. Panties. Kissed right over the top of them right down to a soaked patch. A tasty soaked patch. When my fingers curled under her waistband, her butt came off the bed.I took that as another sign, worked them down ... She kicked them free. Me? I found nectar. Found a pink flower, wet with dew.I had. But she was a quick and eager study, and she explored her sensuality with the same vigor with which she attacked her lab projects. Tall, blond and rail thin, she had a great ass and a curious nature. She was willing to humor any of my teen fantasies. She rented an anal-themed porn for my 18th b-day. We read Anais Nin and Penthouse Letters together in bed. We fucked everywhere, and all the time. She even claimed to be willing to have a threesome with her hottie best friend (which, unfortunately,. Beth had him as a college sophomore. He was their standard, their basis for comparison. He was the benchmark, against which everyone else was measured up. Or down.The girls had their sixty percent of the front seat reclined, They were under a blanket, face to face, giggling and gossipping. I didn't pay much attention, until I heard his name."Did you notice how fat Brian and Sarah are getting?" Can you imagine sex, lying under that tub of lard?" Or climbing on, and trying to stay on, that flesh. Reaching in to his pocket, he got out his iPhone and snapped a couple shots. He turned back to look to me and I kept still. Emboldened, he reached up and slowly unbuttoned her dress, exposing her huge tits. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her giant tits were just sitting there, nipples hardening in the cool air. My cock was rock hard, ready to burst out of my pants, as I watched this man, a stranger to me, but a former lover of my wife, expose her. He snapped a dozen more pics, then knelt down.