Her eyes were still locked with mine, searching for an understanding. After a brief moment of tense silence, I ran my finger gently down her cheek, tr...cing the contour of her face. My thumb finished by resting on her lower lip, pressing it down slightly. Like a rose petal bent to see what lies in the center, I was unraveling her sensuality. The moistness in her warms breath that flowed over my hand; the feeling of my finger now touching; dipping in the saliva; it is beyond describing how. The magazine talked about it matter of factly. Apparently lots of girls do it. They run "how to please your man" articles all the time. The big question in girl's minds was always "Do I have to swallow? If not, then what?" They said you don't have to swallow but they also made it pretty obvious that the guy wants to come in your mouth and not on your hand. It was also obvious that the guy would be really impressed if you do swallow it. Reading these articles had made her think that she. I was a bit nervous, even though I had done this many times before. Doug started kissing Carole and caressed her tits. They were firm and small, which was my preference in those days. Now I don’t care. If I touch, lick or suck a woman’s breasts and she gets turned on, well then, I am turned on. The shape and size does not bother me any longer. After that I had a girlfriend with tiny tits and loved them as well, and after that had a girlfriend with huge tits, and loved those too. I watched as he. “Naughty boy,” she said, “I’ve seen the way you look at me. I hope you think about me when you are masturbating, or do you prefer the girls in the magazines?”I blushed an even deeper shade of red, and managed to stammer, “But you are a married woman.”“Poor boy, I’ve embarrassed you,” she said, laughing, “don’t be ashamed, I find it rather flattering that a handsome young man like you finds me sexually desirable. I think you are rather gorgeous yourself, and I’ve often wondered what you look.