Her breasts were those of a young girl, but as a woman her nipples were dark. And when she was excited, as she was now, they would become very firm. U...der the jets of water they hardened like buttons, and as her mind wandered her fingers moved between her legs. She thought of the expat guy who had danced next to her, and tried to imagine what he might be like as a lover. She had only ever been with Chinese guys, her husband and a couple of guys before that, who all performed pretty much the. When we proceeded I again resumed my position over the side of the bed with my lower legs dangling over the side, she again climbed onto my large penis which she gingerly placed within her tight pussy walls. After sitting down on my hard cock and making a few preliminary thrusts up and down her partner approached her again from the rear taking some lubricant he was given, to her extremely tight anal orifice, sticking one finger inside of at first, trying to open up that orifice, in which he was. I imagined sucking on those pretty nipples and squeezing those luscious breasts. I wondered what they felt like. Were they soft like pillows? Did they feel like balloons, melons, balls? Just thinking about it made me cum again, shooting out even more than I did earlier, which I wouldnt have thought possible. I cleaned up quickly and made my way to class. The rest of the day was a blur. I kept looking at the girls in my class and picturing them naked on the bed. I wondered what their pussy hair. ...“ Shit... if she really was a prude, she'd be offended if I thought she was too slutty, but if she had wanted to get laid but been unable to, I'd be risking making her feel bad for being undesirable... so I just stopped talking.She had set her wine glass down and was leaning back on the couch, arms behind her head. Was she doing this on purpose, trying to get me to look at her tits? I tried to retain eye contact, or look somewhere else, but I noticed them alright. Hell, I found myself.