Trish watched, growing aroused. And when Suzanne finally looked up,Trish saw an expression that was at once so pure, so unique and solanguid.But Tri...h was never flustered. She took a long sip of her drink and shesaid mater-of-factly: "Do you think you're the only one with a wetcunt?" There was nothing she could have said that would've affected Suzannemore, except for the all the other things she said that night. Only twenty minutes after Suzanne had arrived, Trish went to her bedroomand. I placed my hand on top of the bulge and felt his hard pulsating cock, which was leaking precum at the tip. I sat there for a while looking at his masculine body and following his fine beginnings of a snail trail down to his waistband. I decided that it was time to finally see what his looked like so with my quivering hands, I carefully pulled away the waistband to around the underside of his balls. I just sat there staring at his thick, pale cock which had a very long foreskin and was leaking. And so it was. A naughty smile appeared on his face for the first time.The proximity of her body, how tight she has me and dancing in the center of the dance floor away from affected looks. They are making my sex hard again. I lower my right hand to the small of my back. And I stretch my arm until I have my hand on her waist as if taking possession of something that is mine. I open my hand fully and press my fingers boldly on her body. She trembles a little, I press her more into me and move my. “Have you been a good boy?” she asked.“Yes,” I whispered.There was silence at the end of the line. I didn’t know if she was still there.“Hello?” I asked, “Are you still there?”“Yes, still I’m here,” she responded, “Tell me what you liked about smelling my panties. Were they exciting to you? Did they make you hard?”“I’m getting hard right now,” I answered, “Just hearing your voice makes me hard.”“Because you’ve been rubbing your nose is my panty gusset, or because you like me?”“Both, I guess,” I.