What I didn't notice by now was that her right arm had travelled across our laps to touch my pant zipper. Her hand had crept into my pant zipper and w...s trying to pull it back. I moved slightly so that she could pull my zip easily. As she pulled the zip, my red jockey underwear came into view. With her deft fingers she pulled my underwear down over my rod. My caged manhood sprang up to full attention immediately and it had already wept copious tears of precum clearly indicating that it was. I was still flustered from my orgasm. “Stacey, I think this kind would be good for you.” She held her vibe showing it to me. “It is 6 inches long, and 2 inches think , just right for you, it will be a little tight, but in my opinion I think it is better that way. As you can see it id ribbed near the top, with little bumps, going all the way down. But what it better is this.” She turned it around, and on the one side, it had what looked like a little thumb extending from it about an inch. Phir maine usse ekdum se dhakka diya. Wo thoda dur gaya mujhse aur bola mujhe maaf kar dijiye, bahut dinon baad kissi ka sahara mila toh main thoda fisal gaya. Maine kaha ye kya baat huyi.Mujhe apni baahon mein phir se bhar lo na, usne kahan mujhe gussa aa raha tha but wo dheere dheere meri taraf badha aur mujhe kas kar pakad liya. Maine zada nahin socha. Usne phir se kiss kiya mere kaanon par aur usse apne daant se kaatna kii koshish ki. Phir wo ekdum se mere gaalon ko chumne laga aur dheere. He said it would be better than me just using my fingers when I masturbate. And it does feel so much better." Molly looks at me and then she hugs me for a second before placing her lips onto mine. I kiss her back, sliding my tongue into her mouth. My mind reels back to my college days when all I did was have sex with other women. It wasn't because I didn't like men, but because I had sex with another woman and really enjoyed it. Molly's kiss makes me realize just how much I have missed it. I.