It was him. Closer than before, she could smell his sweat, feel the heat leaping from his body. She reached out to steady herself, an instinctive ges...ure, but her hand met with his shoulder, and a jolt shot through her like static shock. When he looked up, she searched his eyes, he hadn’t felt it. She was sure of that, but he reached for her anyway, took her hand and steadied her, rose to his feet and made sure she was okay. ‘Do I… know you?’ he questioned, his look quizzical. She shook her. I tried to keep myself composed, but it wasn't easy under the circumstances.Pat leaned over and kissed me. Then she whispered, "I can feel it getting harder." She sat up and told me what I already knew, "It's stiff enough to fuck now."I let Pat ride me for a while and then pushed her over. We spooned first and had energetic sex in several other positions. Pat screamed when she was having an orgasm and moaned loudly when she wasn't. I came while doing her doggy—our favorite position.The next day. ......." "What's a camel toe?" "When a woman wears tight pants like you are, sometimes you can see the outline of her pussy lips under the fabric. It is a major turn on for guys and gets them all excited." "And you could see mine?" "Oh yes!" "I see." "It immediately got me all hot and bothered and I wanted to desperately put my hands down the front of your pants, stick my fingers up inside your pussy, massage your clit and bring you to a powerful orgasm." "Wow, that sounds exciting as hell.". One of us, her I think, dropped tokens into the machine and I could see her in shades and shadows. "Please she pleaded, please, and her hand on my shoulders pushed me gently to my knees. Lord, it was bigger, a little over 8 inches, with that warm soft hardness and an upward bow pulsing in my hand with a life of its own. She smiled down at me, and whispered, "please," and moved her hips forward towards my face. I gave it a kiss, then a lick, up one side down the other. Allowed my lips, now.