This was turning me on, and the fact I was looking up her skirt and seeing her panty covered pussy wasn't helping. I took a long drink of water and th...n began to speak. I told her I wanted the woman to wear a wedding ring at all times. I wanted her dressed only in short skirts and dresses, some tight, some loose and light so they would fly up in a wind or twirl up when she was dancing. She would have to sit in a way that exposed her panties easily to any one who wanted to look. I was going to. She wanted to spend, to give herself over to him in one long squeezing climax. With a cry she did so, a sudden, quick rush of warmth that dazed her."That was fast," he said as he kissed his way back up to her."You... you caught me off-guard," she said. She took a deep breath. "God, that was so sudden." Are you ready?" Don't tell me you're hard again." She reached between them, feeling his length. It wasn't totally hard, but it was hard enough."You always said I recover quickly."She shifted her. I felt that I really love her. Her tidiness and art of sexuality were great because she knew how to hold a penis. Most of the females used only two or three fingers to play with that.Using all five fingers with gentle tightness brought really maximum arousal. She jerked it a little and the big top started to brush with the palm of the other hand. It was really hand movement to stimulate the organ. I moaned with pleasure. She kissed the ridge of the cock with her tender lips.She ran the tip of. Did I feel guilty about all the sucking and fucking from the night before, sure but that was part of the experience. It was the truly degenerate people that I did it with which bothered me. It was most likely never to be repeated. Since we stormed out, we most likely would not be invited again. I personally could live with that just fine. It had been a fun experience but it was wearing a little thin. Wilma might be a different story. She might not have burned out with them just yet. I had seen.