The memory of Tiny's mouth on her tits had been burned into her brain forever. She stared at the fullness of Tiny's cock, stiff between his hind legs....She stared at his large balls and gulped."You sure you don't want to go first?" Patti asked. She was trembling, anxious to feel Tiny's cock up inside the soft wetness of her virgin cunthole."I don't believe you," Betsy said, unable to comprehend it all.After stroking Tiny, Patti got on her knees and rolled easily under him. She stared at his. " I like it. Please do call me sir."She nodded."Come here," he said, and she approached him until he could see the tiny hairs on her arms and legs and the bright curls below her puff of a belly. He eased his middle finger into her and rotated her thumb where he guessed her clitoris might be and felt her become wet. Sweat popped out on her forehead, her cheeks brightened, her eyes closed, she came up on her toes and climaxed, the tip of her tongue in the corner of her mouth as she flooded his. Giving in to her most licentious appetite she ran her tongue along the upper flesh of his girlish thighs until it could go no higher. With one hand she lifted his scrotum and began to lick his wrinkled sac, inadvertently, or perhaps purposely rubbing her cheek against his jutting penis. Opening her lips wide she gently took his testicles in her mouth, moving her tongue from side to side, and on releasing them she traced the tip of her tongue up feel its contours and the soft vein along the. Itʼs the biggest lovers lane in the county. Thereʼs just no such thing as privacy there -- or at least thatʼs what I was told.”“Un huh, so, Iʼm taking you someplace much more private, just like you asked for.”“I said private, not the Arctic wilderness. Iʼm cold.”“Well, what do you expect for early March,” he replied turning up the heater.“Besides I hear youʼre pretty hot yourself.”“Oh, is that so? And just what else have you heard about me?”“Well, the word is that Diana Freeman is just about.