“I guess that means we can just keep trying.”Liz looked up at me and I gave her a soft squeeze.“Are you sure I shouldn’t ... just go back on b...rth control?” she asked.I gave the question a moment of consideration.“That’s up to you,” I said. “If you’re not ready then I think you should.”“I’m ready,” Liz said. “I was worried about you not being ready.”I offered a slight shrug.“I’m not sure anybody is ever really ready,” I admitted. “I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about things ... about what. Sally took a warm damp washcloth and washed my pubic mound gently. I was suddenly becoming aroused. I'd often fantasized about being with another woman. Never did I dream it would be like this. Sally spent a little more time than necessary washing me as I watched us in the mirror. I noticed Sally was watching as well. "So, do you and Brett fantasize when you are having sex?" she asked as she slowly massaged my pussy."Mmm, sometimes," I said. "Brett and I have fantasized about me being involved. Fuck my little pussy.”I began to steadily thrust my cock in and out of Belinda’s unbelievably tight little pussy, causing her to shudder with pleasure each time I thrust into her. “Mmmm, uunngh,” Belinda groaned contentedly as my big cock filled her pussy. She was squirming beneath me now, thrusting upwards with her hips to meet my thrusts.“God you are so tight,” I moaned, “even tighter than Joanne. Your pussy is so hot and tight, the best I have ever had.” I was really laying it on thick. I. Her eyes bored straight into mine. She smiled a dazzlingly white and red lipstick smile. My first reaction was to blush, feeling caught with tenting pants. But what I saw next undid all my careful rearrangements.The big haired sex bomb stepped from behind the rack of clothes where she had been standing. First thing — or rather things — I saw were her breasts. They were huge and hardly held in check by her tight V-necked angora jersey. It had been tucked into an equally tight mini-skirt. She.