Or at least it is to me. From the way Jenny was staring at it, all glassy-eyed and intense, it seemed like she liked it too. Her face was only a few i...ches away from his twitching manhood, but it seemed like she was afraid to touch it.Then things got a little weird, the first of many times that phrase could have been used that weekend. Jenny couldn't take her eyes off Ryan's cock, and for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off her. I was more interested in Jenny's reaction to Ryan than his to. Mmmmmmm I can’t wait to fuck me tarun please fuck me…. Make me your whore today…… Fuck me baby….. I turned her around to make her lay on her chest….. Came over her and started kissing her neck and earlobes from behind….. She was going mad in her black bra and matching panties…… I then gently kissed her upper back and unhooked her bra and then kissed her lower back….. And then turned her around again….. I removed her bra completely and there were the two perfectly shaped melons in front of me……. Covered by a minuscule piece of blue cloth, each of her dark nipples already stood tall and proud.The younger girl next door had now become the voyeur, lying on her side, away from her boyfriend; she was gently caressing her blond cunt. The boyfriend had dropped off into a nap, apparently exhausted from his “huge” shot earlier.With Mrs. Brown now only clad in a very revealing bikini, I stood and dropped my shorts. No, I wasn’t naked, but the tiny life-saver style Speedo briefs I wore, showed my. I felt she honestly wanted to know about me. Maybe it was me, feeling differently about her than any woman I'd met. Whatever it was, I told her. I told her about me. About Sharon. About everything.She listened intently. She did want to know me. She began talking about herself, letting me know her. Lunch passed into dinner, daylight into dark. We left the restaurant to wander the campus, sitting in this building or on that bench, lost in each other. Somewhere I took her hand. Energy flowed.