I was kissing her neck. She was bouncing on my cock. She moved to sit more up right. She was really bouncing on my cock. I watched her breast bounce, ...er big gurl body shake on mine. I grabbed her heels pulling her tighter. She smiled as she moved her hair from her face.I saw a shadow on the deck next to me. It was Georgina. She was inches from us watching her friend and I fuck. It had only been a few hours since I met them at a bar. I was watching the World Cup. Now I was watching to hot. I don’t think she’s ever seen or held one before. I pull harder and introduce her left hand to my dick. She spends a long moment investigating it and my balls.Now I’m pretty sure she’s never seen a dick before. She then starts with a painful motion. Stop. What are you doing? It’s very sensitive. I was trying to return the favor. What am I doing wrong? Look. The penis wants to be in a vagina. No, What I mean is that you need to make your hand feel like a vagina in action.” She has a puzzled. Too long.She needed air. But first a trip to the lavatory to gather herself.The bathroom at the far end of Ludovico’s was deserted as it was away from the bar on a painfully quiet night. The door swung shut with a bang as she pressed her back against it.What. The. Fuck. It wasn’t the comment in itself – Olivia is as Olivia is. It was the reverberations that it had started within her. The last couple of years of her marriage had taught her that she was indifferent to sex; her libido slipping. "Make the ones at my nape tight, I like them tight." Okay," I panted. "Thank you." For what? Oh. You are welcome," she said sweetly. "That's just a signof things to come," she giggled. "Get it? Things to come?" Yes," I said, smiling at my beauty in the mirror. I started back up on both sides and she turned back around to face themirror. I completed the rows down to her forehead and she had five neat rows ofpink curlers across the top just as I did. She pulled out a box of bobbypins and I did.