I could smell the mix of leather from the bustier with the perfume and sweat of us both. My other hand was rubbing my breasts, rolling my nipples as s...e started to finger me furiously while flicking her tongue across my clit. I played with my nipples tweaking them harder as I started to feel the deep burning heat of climax washing over me. Ten minutes later I appeared glowing from the backroom wearing the leather bustier with my breasts almost overflowing from the top of it, the black full. . Well, I want to hold you and stuff... You know, I want to get you off, and I want you to get me off... Do you get what, uh, I mean?" He was a little embarrassed. He didn't quite know why. Everything seemed to be spinning around his head."Sure," she said, realized that he was a bit confused. "Get naked, and we'll see what we can do. You have to realize that I'm still a little scared of touching another pussy. I was able to handle your breasts, but this is still not going to be. I was really putting on a show, and then I heard them start telling the woman I was dancing for to "make it hard, make it hard". I thought they had to be joking until I felt her hand on my cock. I tried to keep dancing but it was hard with her now stroking my quickly hardening dick. I was soon at full mast, and I turned to the others to give them a show. The hoots and hollars from these old ladies was really going to my head. I began going from woman to woman, pushing them down onto the. And while she often agrees, she has yet to go through with it, at least to my knowledge.When we first got together she picked up a guy in a bar, brought him home and had him eat her pussy. I acted mad about it because for most people that would be the normal response. To be honest though, I really didn't mind. the thought of it still turns me on. She has told me of a friend of hers that she once had a sexual relationship with, but hasn't really spoken with much since she and I had been.