He was like actually too close now, I needed to move away.“I don’t know probably” he said before I could react, “Just wondering if you have so...eone you mess around with” His smug look caught me off guard and kept my attention on his face. I didn’t even notice his left arm reaching for my chest. He cupped my boob with his left hand and started to move his face toward mine. He was able to give me a little squeeze before I realized what was going on. I let out a yelp and slapped his hand away, and. I hauled it out for her, and as expected, her eyes widened and mouth fell open. I just stood there grinning at her, and she commented I was bigger than her older bro. “Ya”? I asked. He was a sophomore, and Mandy said not near as big as me, and hardly any hair. I pushed her openly free info and asked “how do you know”? She just smiled real big, somewhat embarrassed I guess. I simply responded “aaahhhh” Avoiding the line of questioning, Mandy asked if she could touch my dick. I smirked and. That way you have an excuse for being dirty and naughty and not have the attached stigma associated with the dare involved.But having said that, that excuse only works once, do it again then suffer the usual, slag, slut labels. Perhaps it's the constraints put on you against your free spirited nature. As a c***d I ran naked around the house, just as Eve did before plucking that forbidden apple and suddenly making genitalia naughty and exciting, now humanity was forced to hide them behind. My wife got down on the grass in the doggy style position, I knelt down behind her, holding onto her sides and slid my throbbing hard-on into her sopping wet pussy and began pumping away. A minute later we could see from the corner of our eye the lady hovering behind a large shrub, watching us getting our pleasure. Believe me, after waiting for so long we really needed to get our rocks off! What relief, sliding in and out eventually. My wife came first. She's not a moaner but that day she let.