That's a lot of cum, Joe," I praised him, coming up with him. "Don't worry, I won't ask you to feel my tits now," I assured him, taking his member in ...y hands.He didn't touch my boobs, but did feel my butt again as he pulled me to him. I felt his pecker come onto my pussy, and he rubbed the precum all over it. We didn't speak, but let our actions talk again.Although, after a couple of minutes, I calmly got down on my knees on the floor without releasing his dick either. Without saying anything,. A really nice guy named Paul sent me a story aboutone of his ‘Firsts’ and it reminded me of this.I am Genny.I was in the spring of my Freshman year at Michigan State. Back aroundChristmas I had gone with a friend to my first meeting of the Gay andLesbian Council. I wasn’t really interested in their politics, but I didlike the people I was meeting there. I had dated a number of differentgirls and was having a lot of fun doing it. I noticed Carol right away.She always had an opinion about. A blessing, as it turned out. She had this sick smile on her face as she slid forward in the easy chair to bring her foot between my open legs. In doing so her short skirt rode up slightly, not a lot but enough for me to see that she had left her knickers off, just as she had that night. Her smooth sexy Cunt was clearly visible. My Cock started to twitch as i always does at the site of my Wife's bare Cunt. I realised what was likely to happen and why my Wife had slid her foot between my legs.. Lying on a beach, cooking, is not my idea of paradise. This is. I’m with the man I love, and we’re out in nature on a world where the buffalo are enormous. Remember what my profession is? I chose to go to those worlds and rough it while studying the cultures of, sometimes, long-dead societies, instead of sitting in an office doing what many modern cultural anthropologists wind up doing for a living. That is to say that they spend their days developing appropriate ways of doing business with.