I shook my head, biting my lip, knowing what I wanted, but unsure of howto get there. I trembled, though the room felt warm to my skin. Almoston their...own my hands found the dress's back zip and eased it down; itfell loose about my chest so I trapped it there a moment, silentlydaring him to look away.When he didn't I let it whisper down my body to pool at my feet; again Ihad to force my arms not to cover my chest, wishing I'd chosen hold-upsinstead of tights this morning - but who could have. My pussy started to spasm around the fingers in it, and my back arched as my breathing turned into moans of pleasure. I felt two hands pulling me upright away from the mouth that was still biting on my nipple. Two lips meet mine, and a hand crawled under my shirt and bra to pinch the sensitive flesh of my nipple directly. The climax seemed to go on forever. I was floating in a pool of sensation. The fingers in my pussy slowed down, but the thumb on my clit was still working overtime to bring. ”Interesting. It would be easy enough to have Marcie really fall for me, but a whole lot of baggage came along with that which I wasn’t really interested in dealing with. Marcie was fun, don’t get me wrong, but I really wasn’t interested in her in that way, and if I gave her feelings that I didn’t reciprocate ... well, I had no interest in needless cruelty.As well as a fun friend-with-benefits, Marcie was also extremely useful as a test subject, and this seemed like an interesting challenge.. Some chemistry, some energy ... Something that will turn on all my radars and senses. Still, I'm 40 years old. Although I look pretty good, at least that's what they tell me, what I'm not saying is that everything in ordinary sex has somehow become pale and I started to associate it with age. Exploring myself after a nasty divorce, I wandered around a lot in that regard and ended up experiencing a couple of some crazy adventures. Revealing thus one quite intense and sensitive, passionate part.