He seemed like an average, slightly overweight, guy in his late twenties. Short brown hair, dressed terribly in a t-shirt with a fraying hem and khaki...pants. His face was round with fat, but his eyes were this intense, piercing blue. And his voice. A commanding bass, that vibrated through your body and reached into your soul and you became putty in his hand.I was growing wet just thinking about Mark. Ever since I made love to Cynthia in the Starbucks, I realized that I was a lesbian. I was. Stacey insisted I wear acouple of them on my penis that night a few months ago when we made lovein the back seat of the car. "French Ticklers" I think Stacey hadcalled them. "Ticklers" indeed!The only difference in sensation, at least as far as I'm concerned, wasthe sudden pain when my pubic hair had somehow become tangled around theinfernal device when she pulled them off of me. She must have pulled acouple of dozen hair out by the rootsl! She said she was sorry, but itnever would have. .......wellyou know what I'm saying, curl your toes under where I can see them andI'll turn the vibrators off for a few minutes. If you feel you aregetting to close to an orgasm, wiggle your toes for me and I will letyou have an even longer break," She smiled and stood up. "Now show me.Curl your toes under," Mark did as she instructed. "Good, now wiggleyour toes for me," she said giggling as Mark wiggled his toes in thesandals he was wearing. "Very good sweetheart. Don't those vibratorsfeel. While Jackson continued to explore her cunt, Sassie ran her tongue up and down his shaft. Finally, Sassie could not stand it any longer and moved down to his cock. Very slowly, she lowered her pussy down his shaft until he was snug inside.“Fucking damn,” Jackson moaned at the warm sensation her wet pussy caused around his hard-on"Pinch my nipples,” she instructed as she started to ride his cock, reaching between their bodies to massage her clit.Jackson began to play with her nipples, pinching.