"Let me just hold you for now. I love those tight jeans. I lovetight pants on a girl." He rubs his hands up and down her leg thenembraces her. He ...eans into her and presses his lips to hers sternly.His tongue pushes it's way into her mouth and she moans with surprisedpleasure. She wants to know.. She moves her hands to feel the bulge inhis pants. It grows as she rubs and grabs ahold of it. "Oh, Brittney." Is it Okay?" "Oh, yes, baby." She pops open the button of his jeansand puts her. Without moving a muscle, I tried to decide why I was awake. Behind me, I could hear the rhythmic snoring of Greg in deep sleep. He was spooned up against my back with one heavy leg thrown over my hip while one of his arms curved over my shoulder and held me tight against him. I loved sleeping with him curled around me. It never failed to make me feel safe, loved, and protected.The snoring, on the other hand, could wake the dead.That wasn't it, though. Concentrating on various parts of my body. I never got tired of discovering new shapes and sizes. Although most of the time, they were flaccid, sometimes guys would get erections. It didn’t hurt that I am a very attractive woman with a very nice rack. When a guy got hard most of the time they were extremely embarrassed and I would always tell them not to worry about it. But sometimes the younger guys seemed quite proud to show off their erect cocks. And I was always quite happy to view them, but I couldn’t let them know that. My. I smirked and pulled down my fly, and pulled out my hard cock. Then I almost fell over, and decided to stick my cock back in my pants and pull up my zipper before exiting the bathroom.My cock formed a tent in my trousers as I staggered back to the booth. I was so fucked up I didn’t care who saw it.George slid closer to me in the tavern booth.He was soon unzipping my fly. I had a huge boner. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I was loving every minute.“Umm, Ronnie, would you like me to.