But what good was that if you didn't know how to use it?... and there was no doubt in his mind but what Stan Wilson's luscious little honeypot would b... a wildcat in bed! Of course, there was always the chance that the old shoe salesman didn't know the first thing about getting the most out of her, which was usually the trouble with those Greek- god types, and maybe that was why she liked to get out in the yard and do her thing for him in that goddamned tantalizing bikini of hers.In his. And I'm only one of the six girls he's "handling". Sometimes these guys are gay, like some male ballet dancers. I knew Gary was a bi, but with a leaning toward pussy. It's sort of fun working with a guy who'd like to sink his erection into my fanny but also has experience being on the receiving end. So many guys seemed to think the girl doesn't also want to enjoy it. Actually, if I ever get to have sex with him I think I'd like to start with pussy sex. I have this urge to feel his. Once in bed, Trish wrapped herself round me, rubbing her slit against my thigh. I pretended not to understand what she wanted, until she sighed in desperation. She was not going to ask for release from her frustration. However, my penis gave me away and she chuckled as she took charge of it, working her finger magic on it and on my balls and perineum. I gave in and ran my hands over her body eliciting those little mewling sounds that showed her appreciation and growing excitement. I kept. Too much and you might kill the tree."With nothing left to banter, I nodded. But before I did go outside, I slipped into my bedroom and, on some inexplicable impulse, I took off both my shorts and boxers and only put my shorts back on. That my cock was almost free of restraint was both sensual and erotic. I didn't know why I did it but I just did. It may have been the effects of the beer or the sun or maybe I just wanted to feel the unrestrained freedom. After that I went outside to grab the.