At first, he spent all of his time diddling my clit and playing with my pussy lips.”“Hey, don’t forget about that sexy little piss-h...le mound of yours,” Ray said, as he rubbed his fingertip back and forth against that small, puffed-out, spongy mound of flesh that supports my weird-looking urethral opening. “I’m pretty sure he felt that out too,” Ray chimed in.“Yeah, he sure did. But what Art was doing was driving me crazy! I didn’t. She braces her back against the bed, squats wider, and begins to lower herself over the squash. I get down on the floor to watch, feeling like such a dirty pervert, but good too. The head of it is much fatter than the cucumber she'd fucked my arse with, more like the width of me hand. She presses down, and I see her arsehole getting tighter and tighter, pushing in, and then it starts to stretch. I'm all breathless; kind of feeling it for her."Poppers please!" she gasps, screwing up her face cos. She immediately jumped off the bed and walked towards the door, I panicked and dove into the bathroom, worried sick she would see my cum running down the wall.That was the last time I saw her like that, as a few weeks later me and her mum split up because it turned out her mum was cheating on me every Friday with a workmate.So that was the end of it………………………………or not.Three years later I bumped into her again one night when she was out with her mates in a pub in the village I had moved to, we. As I said earlier, I love to watch people. While sitting there I see some young girls that were apparently going to Vegas for a bachelorette party. The whole time I was watching myself I kept questioning, “Why didn’t girl’s dress like that, when I was there age.” As I sat there trying not to stare to long, I noticed this gorgeous brunette sit in a chair directly across from me. She had a body of a goddess. I can’t say that I’m a breast, ass or leg man. I like it all as long as it all goes.