He stood there, looking at my pussy, then my breasts and then my face before looking back at my pussy.He then asked if he could touch it? Touch my pus...y, it might be his only and last chance, I could only answer slowly, “Go on”.He leaned forward and placed both hands on the hair of my pussy, I opened my legs a little and he parted the lips of my pussy.I closed my eyes, I felt him moving up my body, thinking that he wanted to have a feel of my breasts and suck on them.He did, but I also felt. Before I knew it, he leaned around and placed his face to hers, and I saw her jaw drop to allow his tongue to probe for hers, and she returned the kiss, demurely. His hand then slid higher up her thigh and under her skirt, and her legs uncrossed as she let him access her crotch. After a moment, her hand slid to his crotch, and she used her long, French-manicured fingernail along the length of his growing bulge. Soon her fingers tried to wrap around his crank through his pants, and began some. I sat there flipping some magazines. She came in and I was dumbstruck with her dressing. She was wearing a loose t-shirt and shorts which were short enough to be called panties. I was looking at her bare thighs and getting all wild thoughts which I could gather.She noticed my gaze but didn’t react. In fact she flaunted her legs in front of me casually. She was sitting just opposite to me. I remembered the movie basic instinct where Sharon Stone spreads her legs in front of the police officers.I. . "Dean stop teasing!" I finally felt comfortable enough to quicken the pace. She wasn't a loud screamer but she was really, really into it. There was an innocence to her demeanor in bed. It was pretty fucking hot. I grabbed her and lifted her off the bed and kept pumping in and out of her wet pussy with everything I had. She was incredible light and I enjoyed fucking her while I stood on the floor, carrying her. I really wanted to hit it from behind so I put her down and fucked her doggy.