We hung out until about 1030PM and Chris kept right on playing with her - literally. Every time she came over and asked me to play, I declined and smi...ed and gave her a little kiss or a pat. I whispered "damn you look hot, he is so hitting on you!" She blushed and said "We should go." I said "No way! I am enjoying this." She went back and played some more. After a while longer I came over and said "Hey Chris, you should come over to our place - we are a few blocks away and we can throw darts,. But he’d only explained what happened up to an E-cup. E-cups were porn stars, freaks who fucked their brothers, who got off from sleeping with anyone and everything. For some reason, I hadn’t even thought about tit-sizes larger than that ... but now, I was an I-don’t-even-know-what-cup. What did that make me?Marty led me downstairs ... he didn’t even bother putting clothes on me. I guess that meant we were going to be fucking sooner rather than later, a thought which excited me without altering. . okay... but I'm wet NOW." Just let go. Surrender to the experience and you'll be delighted." I continued, "As this woman in the long white summer dress was walking with her son, she became aware that she had to urinate."With a huge smile, Martina squealed, "Oh goody, it's one of THOSE stories!"Laughing, I said, "Of course. What'd you expect from someone like me. But listen up, you squirmy thing." Okay, okay. But first, won't you touch me just a little lower?" You mean... down there?" I asked. Then I’d turn him round and run my fingers through his chest hair, pinching his nipples – it never ceases to amaze me just how sensitive a mans nipples are, something a lot of women know nothing about, what a waste.Back to his turn, his hands full of bubbles, he’d turn me around and slap my bum really hard, bubbles went everywhere, the tingling feeling in my bum cheek and the outline of his hand wetting my fanny.But of-course, once he’d done that he’d have to hold it for me and make it better –.