She ground on him as they kissed each other’s faces and necks. She began unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands across his hard body. She felt ...is hands under her shirt, holding her hips, pulling her closer and harder onto him. After tearing off his shirt she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, hungry to discover what she would feel pressing into her wetness. He unbuttoned her shirt as quickly as possible, revealing a black lace bra. But it was not her tits he was interested in,. "You are from a very differentgeneration. But frankly, I'm just not as brave as you are," Iconfessed."Given your circumstances I think you are very brave," Andrew continued."No, it hasn't been easy, but I'm not going to pretend things haven'timproved for people like us. People still give me a hard time. But Ican be open and be myself, because I'm standing on your shoulders."Andrew reached out and helped me rise to my feet. "I wanted you to knowthat before I went away to school. I wanted you. Maybe a scrub brush and Pine-Sol under the foreskin? Marsha was my age, maybe a few months younger, and simply delicious. Sweet face, awesome body, incapable of just one orgasm, and adventurous in the back seat/bedroom. We’d even done anal at her suggestion. Come to think of it, that was after Mrs. D and I had started. I wondered if she was trying to one-up her mom. Anyhow, there was nothing we hadn’t tried and through those experiences, learned there was nothing we didn’t mutually like. . Finally after what seemed like an eternity I heard the fan shut off and the door click open. You came around the corner looking like you just stepped out of a dream. You were wearing a blue lace appliqué satin slip with a satin kimono wrap that stopped right at the bottom of your ass. I applauded as you spun around and as the slip lifted slightly I saw a matching string bikini panty underneath. You then lifted your arms over your head seductively and strode catlike to the bed. You slid.