Then she put two fingers on it, then gently wrapped her small around it and stroked it very gently. I thought maybe I was dreaming. I had never had a ...oman touch my wanker before. "I heard you say my name. Were you thinking of me while stroking yourself? Am I the reason you are so hard?" Kelly said in a sultry voice. I could not believe what was happening, I was about to explode but was holding back as long as I could. Then Kelly leaned over and put her lips around the head of my cock, like it. Aunty: you are making my nipples so wet.Praveen: it tasting better with your sweat on it.Aunty: (teasing him) you need to taste other parts also before your friend comes to the home.Praveen got the hint and he moved down again. He removed petticoat and now aunty was only in her panty. She was wearing red cotton one. He could see the wet patched on it.Praveen: (looking at her panty) looks like some more sweat down here to taste.Aunty: you know it will taste much better than sweat (winks)Praveen:. I am sure got more than she expected in return because I really turned on my anger in an attempt to scare her off; it worked.Brittany and I came to a mutual conclusion -- we need to find a couple that we could be with, or perhaps a single bisexual man. For many years Brittany had known a couple, Jim and Eve, that she suggested would be perfect for us. They had earlier in life (Brittany had been previously married) set up a situation in which Brittany was certain that they were swingers/wife. Leaning against a wall, or a window, or whatever. Up against a car, or on the climbing frame in a playground (that's another story).My last boyfriend was a master. Truly. We were almost the same height, and with a little bending and prodding, we could do it freestanding, in the middle of the room. There's something about the way he could position himself, and the way I could wriggle that is beyond description. And to orgasm, standing, naked, in the middle of the room, well that's what I want..