Well, well I mused she has a 'C' cup pair of tits and very nice they are too."Tell me about your breasts," I asked. "When did they arrive?" I was 11,"...she said.I stopped for a moment not sure if I wanted to ask the next question."Who was the first guy to touch them?" I asked.She didn't answer immediately."Remember you can't lie," I reminded her."Tommy Best," she at last replied.Tommy Best, who on earth was he, I thought."Tell me about it," I instructed."He took me to a party then took me. Maloue. This is one tigress you have yet to tame. You may have the knowledge on how to please a woman of the street, but not your wife." With that she grabbed his cock and squeezed it as tightly as she could. She knew that men loved that. She turned and took it in her mouth.This shocked him. He had thought that all he had to do was be gentle in placing it in her sex, ease in until he broke her hymen then conclude with a not too rough, not too gentle bout until she orgasmed. He honestly believed. My wife was in between the man and the dancer, she leaned back into the girl and thrust her hips forward. Her head was laid back, mouth slightly open. He wrapped a hand around her throat, and ran his other hand down her body, grabbing her tits her eyes flew open for a second and then she just seemed to float back into the girl. His hand sank lower, went below her skirt, and up in between her legs. I could see her shudder from across the room.He leaned in and whispered into her ear, she must. Above her vagina was a small tattoo of a purple butterfly. Like a stallion in rut, he spun her toward him, his lips heavier now, his kiss more insistent. She sensed his hungering libido. His hands scooped her ass, lifting and carrying her to the bed.Just outside the room, the voyeur touched his own stiff cock, letting his fingers on the tip, feeling the drop of pre-cum, spreading it over his tip. His weakened knees and shortness of breath would have betrayed him to any passerby, but it wasn't.