Melanie, like Sue, was just lying back and enjoying it.When I finally withdrew my hand from Sue's pussy I poured more oil over the front of her thighs...and proceeded to massage her legs from top to bottom and back again, sliding my fingers into her pussy briefly each time I switched legs.By this time Sue was breathing hard and I knew she was getting desperate to get my cock inside her, so I slid up over her slick body to mount her, sliding my rigid cock easily into her sopping wet, well-oiled. Skin oil. It's disgusting!The human body, although undeniably beautiful (if one is fit andattractive, that is) is a cesspool of germs, bacteria, viruses, andGod-only-knows-what-else.Her haphephobia is so bad she can barely stand to scratch an itch,cross her legs, or take a bath. There's no way she could evermasturbate.The very thought is revolting. She's cursed. She enjoys watching peoplehave sex (for brief intervals of time), but she can't have sex herself,of any kind, including sex with. Your dress had hiked up your hips, and your glistening, wet womanhood beckoned to me as your legs opened in silent invitation, framed by the black silk of your half-slip. I was stepping out of my trousers, and casting aside my white shorts, watching you eye my exposed, hard manhood with unconcealed interest. I took a deep breath, as I bent to unbutton your dress, starting at your throat and continuing down, exposing your lacy black bra... kissing your exposed skin at your collarbone as each. Classic and clean so sexy. I could swear his eyes glowed slightly; he waited for me to introduce myself.“I’m Wendy Sue. “Please just call me, Wendy. He smiled and motioned for me to sit. I took a sip of the wine; it was delicious. He watched me swallow, eyes so intense. I felt a little shy under his stare. But soon the wine started to work its magic and I was beginning to relax.We both had a glass of white wine. He hardly drank any of his I noticed immediately. I’m not much of a drinker either..