The fingers circling her clitoris began to rub harder as she thrust her hips in time with the dog. Her free hand grabbed at her big breasts, squeezing...them roughly and pinching her nipples. She felt the lips of her pussy stretching tightly around the growing organ inside her. Something hard pressed against her entrance, and she slid her fingers back to massage the dogs knot as it slammed into her, faster and faster. Another loud moan escaped her, and she briefly worried about how this would. If you listen carefully, you might even be able to hear it."He had meant it as a joke, but she scooted in next to him and pressed her head against his chest. He had never felt anything so exquisite in his life."Yep," she giggled. "And I thought I was the nervous one." Sounds like we both need to relax a little. I think we both have our expectations way too high. Let's just forget about trying to do everything right, and just have fun with it." But I ... I mean ... I've never ... well..." This. He realized she was wearing thigh highs! That surprised him; he didn't think girls wore them in real life. He thought things like that (real stockings and garter belts) were incredibly sexy, but Jen never wore them, preferring pantyhose.Tina followed Michael's eyes, and realized she was flashing her stocking tops. "Oops, sorry," she said, embarrassed. She pulled down her skirt. Tina shrugged. "Okay, I admit it, I'm a slut. But stockings are better than pantyhose -- less fumbling and easier. They embraced and kissed each other.“Jennifer!” I exclaimed.“Prude!” Melanie said.They kissed each other for about a minute and then started laughing.“Steve, for a guy who’s had sex with fourteen women...”“Fifteen,” interrupted Jennifer.“Who did I miss?” Melanie asked.“Well, you didn’t miss much. He only technically screwed Kathy Will. I mean three or four strokes counts, but only technically.”“Wait a minute? The guy who can have you, Mary, and me at the same time and bring all of us to orgasm.