I let her talk me into it and I do have to admit that it was a kick.I never knew a group of women could be so potty mouthed. They talked about their h...sbands, boyfriends and lovers and compared cock sizes, got into arguments over whether or not size mattered and discussed who was good at eating pussy. I got a little pissed when in answer to a question on cock size Lily said that her husband was kind of small (I know that seven inches isn't huge, but it isn't small either) and that someday she. His black nipples are erect and waiting for my lips. His belly button is deep and sexy. His chest is covered scantily with hair growth. His thighs are strong and hairy. I pulled his over my bed and started sucking his left nipple while my hand was busy pinching his right nipple. He pulled my head towards his chest and was moaning. His musky sweat smell from his arm pits was like a perfume for me giving me more sexcitement. His hand was groping for my male member [penis]. I stopped sucking his. And, after living on my own for a couple of months, I had decided to start dating again. So, I was on three different on line dating sites, two that were “vanilla” and one that was very much adult oriented. My nightly routine was to see if I had any e-mail from someone on the sites, then go to them and see if there was anyone new or interesting that I would want to meet. Tonight there was an e-mail from the adult site, something that I had found to be a rare occurrence indeed. It was an e-mail. Movements became less wooden – her hips started rolling when she walked, making her ass something for me to watch sway and drool over. She reacted to the other half of the situation, too, clearly realizing that my formality was an effort to avoid a transgression – which meant that she was, indeed, desired. ... And she was... It crept up on me. I was doing everything that acknowledged her sexuality before I realized what it meant, instinct handling operations without my giving it conscious.