Allto soon she stopped and I looked down at her, she looked up and smiled atme as she eased my panties down, I lifted my ass to help her with this and...ery quickly my panties were off and in her hands. She threw them to thefloor and resumed her position, this time kissing and licking at my nakedpussy, my juices already beginning to flow and drip down my thighs. Hertongue was the most wonderous I had ever felt in my short life, teasing atmy clit, running up and down my wet pussy and finally. Wow. That had been intense. He looked up at the girls. They were sitting there panting and sweating as if they'd been, well, like they'd been having sex. He thought he could detect a wet spot in Brit's crotch and the nipples on both girls were very evident. They looked at each other, rose off the bench and, holding hands, skated away. He could feel the warm glow of energy that the fantasy had created and knew that those two were off to seek someplace more private. They both had the same thing. That means that those of you who hate cream pie stories still have eighty or so to look forward to. Ditto for those who call me a racist; you will get another seventy or so interracial stories.Those who hate wimps will only see about fifty more of those because the stories I sent to the I Watch category were split 50/50 between what some call wimps and some call "real men." Why the 50/50 split? It came from listening to the readers. I would get feedback asking me why all the men in my stories. She was such a beautiful woman, 39 years old, great looking body, Long red hair, perfect double d breasts. I wanted her bad but i never had the chance nor the balls to.On one day i skipped school i was just chillin at home and i couldnt get this woman off my mind. I was going back and forth on the decision of going to her house. It was only down the street and she worked at home. Shes a divorced woman and that made it even harder cause i kept trying to figure out how long it's been since shes.