"Arlene frowned at him."What?" Richard asked."Singer?" Yeah, why?" I thought you said she played French horn."Richard looked at her. "When did I say t...at?" When we were in New York." You must be confused."Arlene laughed. "I know I was drunk, but I swear that's what you said. I even pictured her, holding a horn."So much for focusing on her, Richard thought, sighing."Did you make her up, just so I would stop coming onto you?" Arlene suddenly asked, her eyes mischievous."No, no." Richard looked. Andrew stuttered. Alexa kicked off one of her shoes and slid her foot up to his groin, giving his dick a quick rub with her toes. She could feel it stiffening nicely in his pants. As she stroked his cock with her foot, she unbuttoned the rest of her shirt, shoving her tits out towards him. Im bored with studying, she said, lets do something more exciting…Okay? O-o-kay.he mumbled. She could feel he was rock hard now. She slowed down her rubbing. She didnt want him to cum in his pants – that. She wasn’t looking up at me for a kiss, her attention fixed on my cock and her delicate hand. I moaned.“Tell me if you want it harder or softer or faster,” she said. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”“Just having your hand there is all it’s going to take,” I said. I reached over and cupped her left breast with my right hand. I stroked the nipple with the pad of my thumb and it was her turn to moan.“My nipples have always been sensitive,” she whispered. “Not quite like Joan’s, but we have that. She put her arm around me and started rubbing my chest. I told her she was going to get herself into something that she might not want. She just replied that she knew what she was doing. I turned to face her and she gave me a warm kiss and slid her hand down to my rock hard cock. She said that she had often watched her mom and me when we were having sex and had also found a video of us that she and her friend had watched. I asked her just what she wanted and she said everything that I had done.