After I had him secured, I climbed up over him and lowered my pussy to his lips.I asked, “Hun, when we looked at those pics tonight, did you imagine...they were me?” I felt him nod his head, and heard a muffled, “U-hu.”I enjoyed the moment before asking another question, “Hun, did you like picturing me with all that cum in my flower?”Again he nodded.I asked, after a few more minutes, “Did you see those big black cocks Hun? They were huge, weren’t they?”He nodded so hard I felt his chin trying to. As it was, he was acting comfortable and casual, as if we were long married. He took the blouse and skirt from me and put them in his dryer, with I think all the clothing he had worn. I had kept my bra and panties on, though the bra wasn’t fastened, it seemed too much trouble to hook it back up after I dried off with a towel. We talked and warmed ourselves for a while. The bathrobe did not stay closed all the way up, so he could easily see that I had a bra on now. And probably he could see a. ." It's OK, but we had our fun and we're not gay and I don't really want to talk about it. OK?" Yeah man, no problem. I was about to say the same thing actually. We were friends for years before that. Let's just chalk it off to being a bit high and things got away from us--cool?" Cool, see you in a bit"Except, M was totally lying. He was horny as hell and wanted to take things to the next level. He had spent the better part of the last few weeks fantasizing about touching J's massive. Again, she was wearing a T shirt, and her long legs were delightfully on display."I figured out why I'm so jittery," she said."You want to talk about it?" I asked."Not really," she said."But you're here anyway," I replied."I want to do something about it," she said."What do you want to do?" Get in bed with you."The front of my shorts swelled outward. Her eyes watched."Naked," she added in a whisper.That pretty much completed the transition. I noticed the nipples under her T shirt had erected.