Then I whisper in your ear that it is my turn to know your whole body, and you scoop me up and carry me inside. Once there, you lie on your stomach o... the bed, at my request. I sit straddling your body, and start at your shoulders massaging and kissing my way down – first your shoulders, your arms, your back, your hips, your ass, your thighs, and your calves – working my way slowly down taking time to explore and taste every inch of your body. Then you roll over and I slowly work my way back. "You gotta tell me how they look!" Ok" I was a little reluctant, but thought, what the hell.The girl, unlocks the dressing room area, shows us in & leaves the door open, its really quiet back here & no one but the clerk was within 40 feet of the rooms. So we've got some privacy, if I was half my age, she would have never left. As she walk down past the open dressing rooms, probably 8-9 of them, goes into the last & furthest one, I'm thinking to myself, she's not supposed to be trying on. “Cara, fuck baby.” was all my drunken ass could voice as she stared up at me, her hands still slowly tugging on my cock. Her smile was pure evil with a hint of angel as she leaned forward bringing her face to the tip. I held my breath as she opened her mouth blowing on it gently. “Does my baby like that? Does he want me to suck his big hard cock?” She teased me running her tongue around the tip. Her left hand never left the base of my cock, but her right hand kept a perfect rhythm. I couldn’t. .. I guess I wouldn't make it on your list, then." Oh, I don't know," Sam said. He eyed her chest frankly, and far from objecting, Marcie actually turned to give him a better view. "Yours aren't as big as, say, Joan's. But as women have been telling men for ages, size doesn't really matter." Yeah, right," Joan said. Marcie laughed again."No, seriously," Sam insisted. "There are a lot more important things than size. Shape, firmness, the size and shape of the nipples, how they set off the rest.