Steve persisted that this was part of me growing as an adult, that it was no more than "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours."I've always been a...grower, not a showwer. The last time I'd been naked around other people had been when I was fifteen, the wonderful growth spurt I'd had at 17, (I'd put on over an inch of erect length in what felt like a couple of weeks.) had left me with a smug grin for a while, but no more confidence.I was scared that giving someone this little bit of control. So we started to meet and talk like lovers she also knew my wife and so she became like a family member to our house my parents also loved her too much. Now at house whenever she came, we started to hug each other, kiss each other, hitting her on her ass, pressing her boobs whenever we got chances,so this went on for nearly 2 months.We had not got chance to explore each other fully. We were like lovers she would ask permission for everything from me and as her frequent visits at home people. Just as I was about to climax, Victoria pulled her head up and leaped on me to straddle me and my cock. She grasped my bulging erection and began flicking the head of it on her clit. She then slipped it into her tight wet pink pussy and began bouncing on it ferociously. She dug her nails into my chest as she continued to ride me like a merry-go-round. It was one of those rare circumstances where the pain felt wonderful and welcome. Victoria could see I was close and began moving up and down. He’d managed to smear the lipstick off of her lips. She worked a damp tissue into her face to try to get the pigment off of the wrong places. ‘What was that? What were you thinking? You just frenched him right out in the open. You need to get a hold of yourself.’ When she was satisfied with the clean up, she carefully reapplied a fresh coat of burgundy to her lips. ‘No more nonsense. He looks so good in that suit. You just have to be stronger than that. He was a jerk. You can’t let that slide.’.