“So you have been with a guy before?” I chuckled as I stroked his cock and we began to make out more.At this point I wanted to be free from my clo...hing. I pull my hand out of his shorts and push up on him. He sits back and I stand up and start to shed my shorts and shirt. And finally my underwear. He is sitting and just watching. I then get down in front of him and tug at his waistband. This time instead of putting my hands in, I pull them down. As I get them to his ankles I spread his knees. He threw the wet garment aside. She was wearing nothing underneath, as peasant women usually did, and there was a low growl of appreciation as her nakedness met their eyes. In the faint moonlight, her naked body glistened wetly, covered in dew and sweat. ?Fuck, what a sexy peasant bitch!? ?Look at those tits! Like ripe apples!? ?Let’s see that ass, baby! Stick it out for me! You peasant whore!?One of her arms went to cover her breasts as she started to draw her knees under her,. She wasn't slim, but she was the right side of voluptuous. Her breasts made a nice rounded shape under the lab coat and, when she turned round, I could see how her rear neatly pushed out the white cotton. As always, when seeing someone attractive, my thoughts turned to lust and my body reacted. I looked away as I felt the heat rise between my thighs, and blushed. I hoped no one else was looking.For the next couple of weeks, I'd watch her intently whilst pretending to get on with my work. I even. Up 'till then, I had never known anything but masturbation, and this feeling of shared male contact was driving me crazy. The steady sensuous glide of his cock against mine, jabbing my tip with his on the upstroke stimulated me more than I had ever dreamed. I remember sort of being afraid, but not wanting it to stop.Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, he started making whimpering noises, pressing hard against me and I felt his wet warmth gushing all over my penis and belly.Needless.