The only thing separating them now was the light fabric of her dress and his pants. As his mouth alternated between both her breasts, licking, sucking...and nibbling in turn, she pulled out his sleeveless tee-shirt, exposing his ripped upper body. The view of his lean muscular back drove her mad with desire. She started gyrating her hips, rubbing his manhood against her now dripping sex through the two flimsy layers of clothes. Again, understanding her needs perfectly, Jo slid his mouth down her. After a few mins i came in my pants and he laughed saying "like i was fingering a pussy bitch, you like being a bitch"i started to tease him by rubbing my lips on his crotch i could feel him getting hard again so started kissing his crotch then once he was hard i stopped and leaned back to watch tv. he looked at me and grabbed my hand and put down his pants and said 'he started you might as well finish it" i started to rub his dick again and i felt it getting hot in my and and started to pulse. Ray is going to be one very happy man." I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I nuzzled her ear."But I want you to be happy too."Deliberately echoing her earlier words, I smiled as I said, "I'll try."She was about to say something when the doorbell rang.Ray arrived with a large bunch of flowers and a bottle of wine. We were already sitting in the lounge when Clare joined us a short while later. Ray got up as she walked across to him. He could not fail to notice her breasts swaying under. He was deliberately trying to scare me. Suddenly he woke up from the seat and stood in front of me. Then he asked:"Did you notice the size of my boots?"Not really. I had been too impressed with the size of his huge body and his total blackness to notice his boots. I could not avoid taking a glance at his feet. Oh, yes; he had truly impressive boots on and I was sure his feet were on the same scale as the rest of his body. “You know the old wives tale says big feet mean big hands and big….