I never used to think about it all that much, until I tasted what it was like. I used to hear the girls chattering and giggling about it at college an... at work, but I never used to take much notice of them. Ever since I went out with the taxi driver and our subsequent break-up, I've been thinking about it all the time. The feeling of his chest hair on my nipples, his thick penis in my hand, his lips and tongue on my opening, and his eager thrusts inside me - all the time that wonderful feeling. She looked, gasped and tried to fixher clothes. I quickly grabbed her hands and told herthat it was ok. She looked at me for several seconds andthen asked me "If I was sure?"I replied by guiding her head back to my throbbing ****.She smiled at me and enthusiastically began sucking me Ithink partially due to her own excitement and also in anattempt to put on a good show for our voyeur. She lookedso damn sexy with her lips around my **** - her eyesalternating between looking up into mine and. “Mmm that’s it Frank, you get the idea” she sighed as I felt her start to clench her buttocks and then release, “Did you feel the difference?” she asked as she clenched once more and I could definitely feel the tightening of her muscles.I soon worked out that if I put my finger against her creased starfish I could feel the tightening better and as I did I heard her softly sighing so figured it was the right thing to do although she was quite dry to I didn’t want to push too hard but then came. Her nipples were hard and pushed obviously against the material. She was so sexy in that dress. She ran her hands up and over her breasts, pushing them together. The areola of both breasts became visible briefly. Marcie pinched her thick nipples through the material. She shuddered and exhaled haltingly.The view shifted to the side again. Staring forward, Marcie reached behind her and started unzipping the dress. She thrust out her chest as she found the zipper and the view shifted to a close up.