I can't believe I'm here as my eyes linger on your chest. I swear I can hear your heart pounding.My cheek on your shoulder, I breathe you in. I tast... you. My hands grip your arms. I touch the place on your shoulder where I know you have a tattoo, although I have still never seen it in person. I look up and you kiss me with such force that I gasp. My toes curl up in my shoes, and I press myself into you. My arms around your neck. A break in the kiss. You disappear again briefly and my. I didn't know what to do."Don't be scared honey," Carla said, "I know you want this, I've seen you watching me and your daddy, I know you wanna be in his place. You wanna go down on a big hard cock."Not totally feeling in control of my actions I found myself stroking her dick, feeling it grow stronger and harder in my hand. She pulled me over and kissed me on the lips, rubbing her tongue against mine, I couldn't help but start pulling harder on her cock. She pulled one of her breasts out of her. It obviously involved me somehow, and like their bedroom discussions, Iwasn't an active participant.I barked, "What's he saying? What the fuck is up, Eve?"I had wanted to sound irritated, but lacking the gruff tone and power ofmy male voice, my words swung upwards in a whiney lilt, which causedimmediate embarrassment. As an actor, I had been able to choose my toneof voice to meet the needs of the scene. My vocal chords were tempered,focused tools of the craft, but now, when with even a hint of. I remember the first day when this woman walked in wearing a blue terrycloth robe, took it off, and hung it on a hook. And there she was—sagging breasts, hairy pussy and all. The guys were riveted; the other two girls and I exchanged appalled glances. She was so cool, though. She was completely at ease in her nakedness and calmly struck the pose the teacher asked for. That night I told my roommate about it when she got home. She must have heard something in my voice because she grinned and.