I looked down at her to see that she was rubbing her pussy with her right hand while she was sucking my cock. She moaned on my cock as she rubbed her ...lit. I stood her up and turned her around so her back is against my chest. I ran my hands down her side and to the button of her shorts. I unbuttoned her shorts and pull down her zipper. I pushed her shorts and panties to her ankles. There she was standing in the open with her wet pussy exposed to the air. I kissed her neck and ran my hand. I can’t imagine he’s even bigger now.” She sounds like she’s overflowing with lust.“How big is he now?” Kiera asks with excitement. “Yeah,” Mariah adds, “how big?”“Settle down, cock whores!” Jenny exclaims, as they all laugh. Then, you hear quiet for a few seconds, and then all at once, you hear a low, audible “wow…” Then, you hear what must have been Jenny’s answer…“Your fucking forearm!?” Kiera blurts out, as everybody laughs. The idea makes you instantly hard as they talk so intently about. She knew it and he knew it, and there was nothing he could do about it, but there was a lot that she could do with it.He waited like a dog in a kennel, finally sitting on the edge of the bed where he had thrown his skirt and blouse, straightening each and admiring the cut and femininity of them. He couldn't remember the last time he wore male clothes. Was it the Christmas party? That was the last time he had seen his friends. He had politely declined the Super-bowl party in January, numerous. Just down the bar from where they sat a pair of brown eyes locked with her own. The man was only a few years older than herself, and he was fine. His hair was styled to look messy, and his face was cleanly shaved; only the faintest hint of shadow. He was dressed in torn, faded, jeans. His shirt was that of some rock band; she couldn't quite decipher from her angle at the bar. She noticed the way he looked her over. Approvingly, even from that distance. When he caught her staring; she rewarded.