His face was unreadable.His face. I loved Matthew's face and his body. He had the longest fingers that for some reason I found fascinating. I wondered...quite often how those fingers would feel on my body. With the invention of digital cameras we'd been able to send images of ourselves clothed and unclothed. He teased me when he sent his pictures. Each day I would receive a new one with one less clothing article on his body. I would wait hungrily for a new addition each day.Matthew, thought of. Lauren took his head in her hands and murmured appreciation, feeling his lips and hands exploring her body. She clenched the cheeks of her bottom together, stretching in delight at the feeling of his attention.His hands slipped under the hem of her dress, gliding over the backs of her thighs and delving deliciously between her legs. His thumbs found the elastic of her knickers and he quickly lifted the material to allow his fingers entry and access to her buttocks. Warmth flooded her mind as. I began kissing her deeply and massaging her tit. She reached right for my pants and unfastened them. In seconds, my pants were open, her hand was massaging my balls and I was popping open her housecoat.Those tits were sitting in a big white lace bra, with cups the size of my face. Cleavage that ran down her chest like an arrow pointing to my destination. She took a deep breath as I buried my face in her busom. I kissed her chest and kneeded her big, heavy breasts. She began to stroke my cock. At this stage of my life I was 18/19. I had been single and sexless for a while and started developing an interest in girls and ladies however had never done anything about it..To set the scene, I had been at my dance class where I was a senior and helped out the dance teacher, Trisha who was in her late 40's. There was always rumours about Trisha being Bisexual but everyone just thought it was rumours made to wind up the girls in the locker room/showers afterwards. It was getting a bit late as.