We never kept beer, or any liquor for that matter, in the house. If any of my friends were coming over for a few drinks, they always knew to bring it ...ith them. Either that or I would go to the store a few blocks down and buy some, but I never had it on hand.He accepted and Cathy went into the kitchen and got one for Harry as well as one for me. Harry was already sitting in the chair kitty corner from the couch and I was sitting on the couch. I thanked Cathy for the beer and was again surprise. "Okay," she said, with her soapy finger poised by his rectum. She saw the sphincter relax and drove her finger through it in one firm, quick motion, twisting her wrist so that the pad of the finger would be in position to feel his prostate. She got the briefest touch, when he leapt off the floor of the shower and yelped. She let her hand ride up with him and kept her finger where it was. He landed with his knees apart and bent."What the hell?" he yelled, his hand coming back to feel for hers.. So basically she was a hot fat girl that was exactly my type of woman. So, onto the story...We talked for a few weeks, traded pics, and talked about how hot we were for each other. So we arranged to meet and get a room somewhere in between the two cities we lived in. We picked a day and met at the motel. We had a few drinks in the room which led to the conversation turning sexual. I told her that I found everything about her so fucking sexy and asked her if she was into dirty talk.. The fever in your flesh intensifies, as murmurs of pleasure escape from my throat. Your hand gently kneads my left breast as both heat and moisture build between my legs. I bow my back and press my hips into yours, longing for you to feel the telltale signs of the craving that swells in my belly. With a sudden mind of their own, your hands roam over my body, squeezing, kneading, groping, as your hunger echoes back the intensity of mine. Your fingers trace the familiar trail from my nipples to.