”“I don’t care; I want my cock to pound the living hell out of you and you’re going to enjoy every inch of me.” He forced a rag around my mo...th to muffle my cries as he made me kneel pointing my ass high in the air for him. “I just need to lube you up Jamie.” Before I knew what was going on his tongue lapped at my bud with great earnest. I was being sent on another high causing my cock to grow from added blood supply. Around and up and down, the wet muscle darted in and out of my crack making. I put my hand under her shirt and massaged her tits over her bra. Then I unclasped it pulled the straps off her shoulders and pulled the bra out the bottom of her shirt. I put my hands back under and traced her nipples with my fingers, making them hard. We stopped making out and she took off her shirt and then mine. She kissed all the way down my down my muscular chest and abs until she got to my waistband. She undid my pants and pulled them down to expose the tent in my boxers. She kissed my. .I think I lunged at here....but remember thinking that I need to be mature about this. Frankly, she was the second set of tits I had touched and tasted, so no doubt I was less then 'mature'....we kissed passionately and I got to play with her tits....but she wouldn't let things go further. Holy shit, talk about the craziest tease. The next day, Margie and I went to the grocery store. I drove and she sat up next to me. She rubbed my inner thigh and teased by blatantly obvious hardon....and. ‘Not sleep with a hot guy?’ Blaine cut her eyes at me. ‘So, you think he’s hot?’ To evade the line of questioning, I sat up without warning her and let the shirt slide down over my shoulders. Her eyes roamed over my uncovered half curiously, but she said nothing. Instead, I watched her raise her slim arms, and allow me to pull the shirt off over her head. Despite the size of her chest, she was a real woman. Tall and slim, but with real curves and experience. I would always be a little doll, but.