My sexual experiences were limited to what I had read in “Sex Manners for Men” which had been passed around by my classmates at school. I had also...had a small collection of magazines, which only showed Bikini clad girls. I spent hours gazing at that mystical mound covered by a flimsy layer of nylon, dreaming of what forbidden fruits lay behind that cover. My one hand furiously rubbing my hard prick while the other turned the pages. It never occurred to me that one of life’s finest pleasures. Emily felt his hard, twitching cock pressing against her belly from inside his pants. She just couldn't hold it anymore. The man moved his right hand to her pussy and slowly used his fingers to open her labia, spreading her juices all over her pussy and using it to massage her clit."You're a dirty little whore, aren't you?" the guy whispered in Emily's ears as he made her bend over the counter, enjoying a full view of Emily from behind. She turned her face back to him, just in time to see him. Would you like a drink? yes please, she grabbed me a short beer from the fridge and poured herself a red wine. We went and sat back in the living room, I sat on the sofa, she came and sat next to me and placed her hand upon my right leg. So how was work today she asked, it was OK, little slow but not too quite that it was boring. She started rubbing my thigh, I lent back a little further in the seat relaxing. Her hand moved up my thigh and rested on my crutch. So would you like to see how my. As I took off my shoes and walked into the living room I was greeted with an unfamiliar form sitting in the middle of the room, reading a large leather tome. When I say sitting, I mean that she had her legs crossed and elevated at an high angle, but there was nothing supporting her. She was just floating in the middle of my living room and as I focused on where a seat should be I got more than an eyeful of her white panties from under her skirt. I quickly averted my gaze as I stumbled over.