I hear you opening what seems to be a bottle of champagne or even wine. I start to wonder what in the world that you have in store for me tonight. Ha... my most erotic dream began to come true or do I want it so badly that it just is something that I dream of too often. Whichever it is, it feels too good to question at this exact moment. You gently lay me across the bed onto the rose petals. With my eyes closed still I can feel something cold starting to run across my body. Then I feel your soft. That left his right arm and hand free so that he could stroke her back.She lay there acquiescent but rigid."Relax, Sharon, and enjoy," he whispered.No response so he continued to stroke her upper back and shoulders marvelling at the smoothness of her skin. There wasn't a blemish that he could feel.He kept his hand above her waist and resisted moving it anywhere near her breast. He stopped the stroking and gently combed her back with his finger-nails. She sighed and he resumed the soft stroking.. Actually, I lied. The best tasting pussy is the one that I just finished fucking with my cum mixing with the juices of a woman’s pussy.I arch my back and lie back on the table. All the while, you maintain contact with my face with your cunt. We must be quite a sight. Me laying on my back with a gorgeous woman, her feet on either side of my head, squatting down on my face and me licking her pussy and ass while her husband happily takes pictures. Your pussy tastes wonderful as I alternate. It was the late 1970’s, so the boy had long, curly hair, seldom wore shoes or socks, or even a shirt or underwear. Jeans were the wardrobe for just about every day…. jeans only… tight at the waist… although the waists were higher in those days than today. Still, on Kenny, he looked beautiful, all tan, smooth-chested, and having a 6 pak, even in those days. His long, curly brown hair hung down to his shoulders all the way around, and all he had to do was shake it in the morning, and he looked.