Steph got up to get a towel and some lube, sat on the towel on the love seat after moving the table out of the way and asked Lexie to "do" her. I had...to stop cooking, I couldn't miss this.Lexie came over to Steph and touched her pussy with her fingers and smiled and told her she was already pretty wet. Steph admitted she was really horny from watching the two of them. Lexie started to work on Steph's pussy first by licking around it and then licking deep into her pussy, and then finally. Now here I stand, five years on and five years of sculpturing by my hormones, young breasts, soft and firm, incredibly sensitive nipples, flat tummy with girly firm six pack, a hint of curvature over my hips, and a bald pubis, the true organ of reproduction, swollen and wet erectile tissue, constantly secreting my naked desire for the male organ, and as I pulled my short dress over my head, I watched as the short hemline flowed over it, causing another spurt of warm secretions, moistening my. As his fingers touched the fabric of my top they recoiled, like he was surprised. Slowly his hand came back, probing my breasts cautiously. “Wow, they’re enormous,” he said.“Thanks.”“Are they real?”“Sure are,” I said. I reached up and pulled down the cup of my bra, taking the fabric of my tank top with it. He felt the movement and moved his fingers over to investigate. As his rough fingers slid over the soft skin of my breasts, they gradually became more confident. What began as shy rubbing. Before I started the engine, I thought about how good that sex was, how much I wanted that big cock again. That was the best sex I have ever had. The size of his cock, it’s texture, the way it entered and came out, the way it tasted in my mouth. I felt like a teenage girl. But it was a cock only a mature woman could appreciate and handle too. Then I thought about when I mentioned the hotel sex from the previous time. It wasn’t him. I was unsure at first when we were having sex. It felt, thinker.