I normally don’t ask about such things, but her story had turned me on and I wanted to find out more.“Yes…all the time…sometimes two or three ...imes.” She blushed when she told me.“Would you like to try it with me, sometime?”“Yes” was all she said.We made a date for the following weekend for dinner and perhaps a movie. I picked her up and we went to a little Italian place I knew and had a nice meal and a glass of wine but both of us knew the movie would have to wait. We had no more than gotten. As they headed to the swim fashion department, Mary asked what style she was looking for. Being a bit modest Sam said she'd like to see some one piece suits. Mary asked Sam do you know your size. I'm not sure Sam answered, I wear a 36c bra and 38 waist. Walking around Sam, Mary sized her up by sight. Looking at Sam's breasts, then her bottom. Sam knew she didn't have a large butt, but it was round and firm. Looking at the designs Sam picked out four she liked. Mary showed her the dressing room. Her heart pounded wildly against her heaving rib cage and the soles of her bare feet shoved down at the bed. She heaved her short body upward, attempting to arch her back and buck the man off her. Again and again she tried, but she couldn't budge him. Whereas June was only five foot, 100 pounds of soft and curvaceous adolescent femininity, Rick stood over six feet tall and was 220 pounds of solid muscle. When June fell back winded and weak, all her frenzied struggling had bought her was another. “My cabin, in the woods,” I told her.I saw her lips curl up at the corners out of the corner of my eye and was pleased. She’s ready, I thought to myself.“Have you ever tasted yourself, Carol?” I asked her.“No,” she responded and blushed.I slowly reached my hand over and lifted her skirt. I let my hand slide across her thigh down between them. She quickly spread her legs like a greedy whore. I slid her panties to the side and quickly stuffed my finger inside of her. I let out a low growl,.