Short, scrunched boots on her feet and a pair of navy blue yoga pants. Her legs were fit and trim, well developed. He assumed from that that her botto... was, too. She was wearing a simple white blouse gathered at the waist with a black leather belt. When she moved he could see that she had nice sized breasts, at least a c-cup, and while it may have been her brassiere, they appeared fairly firm. All in all, she was an attractive young woman. There was something special about her that, well, he. As soon as my cock was free of my clothes and sticking out from the zipper opening it began to soften from the cool air it was exposed to. I felt pre-cum rise from the hole in my tip and followed by a few fingers holding my cock just under the ridge of its head. A finger swiped across tip and soon I heard smacking of lips. That immediately began to stiffen my cock again, not a moment later I felt lips crest followed by wet and warmth of her mouth sucking on the head. My eyes opened up and there. Shecould feel her cunt lubricating and the need for her cunny to be filled. Shehad an uncanny desire to be filled with hard cock meat, but what kind, a man?sor a horse?s, she just didn?t know at that moment? ?May I call you, Jean, my dear?? Gretchenasked and waited for Jean to answer. ?Why Yes, Senora. By all means call meJean any time you wish.? Jean knew the woman understood her sexual nervousnessand was giving her time to compose herself from the shock by the question shehad asked of her.. “Sometimes I sort of pee when I have sex. It’s really embarrassing and it gets all over the bed and then we have to change the sheets. I’ve had two boyfriends that got grossed out by it I guess and sorta faded away when I did that." she shrugged "Well, they weren’t boyfriends, just guys I let fuck me.” She added.“I’m not anybody’s boyfriend, I’m everybody’s boyfriend, and I don't get grossed out." I smile real big then. "It sounds like you're a squirter." That's a thing?" Ya, it's pretty.