There! Now you've been introduced, so you can get on and ask her to go out with you, and after she has said yes, you can leave her alone to get on wit... her job." Then in a much softer voice. "Oh by the way, she's off shift at seven, perhaps you can meet her and go for a drink or something.With that, she stormed off again. Martin turned back to me his face had turned beetroot red."Anita, would you like to go for a drink?" He sheepishly asked.Of course I said yes and the next thing I knew, we. “I thought you liked my titties!”“As if you had to wonder, or fish for compliments. Your breasts are works of art, proof that a Benevolent Creator wants men and women to enjoy each other. Sadly, I want to delay this opportunity to admire you, so that, later, I can admire you with my full attention, and in detail, and at our mutual leisure.”“Oh, Ok. I’ll wrap myself up. Spoilsport!”, she teased.We made our way toward White Star, stopping at the Old Schoolhouse park. There was a considerable. "Ahhhhh fuck" she gasped. I could feel the flow of her juices increase on my shaft. "Oh my fucking god ... I'm cummmmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnngggggg!!!!" she shouted. Her hips convulsed against mine ... her pussy muscles grabbing my cock hard and squeezing it with her juices flooding my shaft and balls."Yes ... yes ... fuck me ... fuck me" she chanted when she finally found her voice, with her pussy muscles releasing my cock. I slammed my cock forward into the depths of her pussy with my bloated big. ’ She took my hand again and this time led me round before her. ‘For you see, Anita, that a woman’s touch is special. It’s gentler, more sensitive, more patient than a man’s. In fact, I prefer it to a man’s. Yes, I like it when my husband fucks me with his hard cock, but it’s a woman’s touch that I crave. Its women I love and need.’ ‘Have you met a lesbian before, Anita?’ I shook my head, startled by the question. ‘You probably have – there are more women who have lesbian desires than you can.