.. ye... yes. If you don't mind." I said, "Well I measure 39" and wear a D cup bra." The shocked boy then shocked me, I didn't think he woul...have the nerve, but he asked, "Would you mind... could I...well, could I touch them?" I replied with, "My, my, getting over our shyness, aren'twe! Oh well, come over here and feel all you want, but that'sall, then you're going to have to go. You naughty black boy!" The excited teen walked over to me and cupped my tits withhis hands. .." Matt, come here." I held my hand out, expecting him to step closer and take it.He stepped closer, hesitantly and slowly, but he didn't reach for my hand. He just stood there, conflicted and confused."Hand me a towel, please," I said, and rose up out of the water.He pulled a towel from the rack and handed it to me, while I stood there dripping wet for him to observe. We just stared at each other as I slowly toweled my body dry. He kept eye contact with me the entire time, rather than eyeing. Where are you sweetheart?In desert."Well, hell. That doesn't help me, woman!" His voice startled the zephti under him. He automatically reassured the animal."I'm not mad at you, girl. Just frustrated with my wife."Charles shifted his bundle a bit closer to his chest. She was snoring softly. She was obviously tired. It had been two hours since they had the attack. He had gently rousted her every hour to make sure she was 'okay'. He had read somewhere that concussions were nothing to play around. Kimmie felt his tongue curl up like a tube and insert itself deep into her pussy. Oh my God she thought, if his cock is anything like his tongue ..... Suddenly Kimmie could think no longer. Looking down to see his cock finally being released from his shorts was just too much. She could feel the ecstasy move through her whole body ­as she pulled her new friend's head closer into her pussy. She finally released the vice like grip on his head and slowly slid down to the floor. This was an orgasm.