I tend to leave my briefs on. I slowly caress my hard shaft and balls through the cotton. I'll thumb through pictures of the female form—nude or jus... sexy—it matters little. I'll come across just the right picture for my mood that particular day. It will show small perky tits or large round ones. It will show a girl on all fours in panties or standing up nude. It will show just the right face, hair, body, and clothes to make me stiffen just a bit further and slide off my briefs. My erect penis. "But your butt looks great in those tights," I said.At least that earned a chuckle."You should know," she answered. "I think you're really a good skater but you just wanted an excuse to check me out." Yep, that's it," I said. "I am willing to stand for a solid week so I can spend 20 minutes staring at your rump."I let Carrie drive home — without a driver's license — because my legs still were cramping periodically."Wanna try horseback riding tomorrow?" she joked. "Maybe we could hit one of. She reached up, kissed my cheek and gave me a hug. A spark jolted through me that I hadn’t felt in some time and my cock begin to stir. I had not been with another woman, or dated anyone, since Lisa died. Not because I was still mourning, I just didn’t meet anyone that seemed interesting enough to think about dating. ‘Would you like to go on a ride together sometime?’ I blurted out of nowhere. I immediately felt like a fool, the heat creeping into my cheeks as my face burned with. The feeling of the toy coming out of her so quickly she latertold me, was the reason why she released like she did.A flood of liquid poured out of her. It only squirted about 1-2 inches out of her, but more like a waterfall came out of her.She was doing that convulsive dance that I knew so well. I took the vib off her clit and just let her ride it out. She convulsed for quite a while and then started to calm down.She looked at my husband and boldly said, "Fuck me like you fucked her.