Her small breasts were less than a handful, but rounded and firm. She liked it when I touched them lightly, and she liked it when I squeezed them, to.... She especially liked it when I tugged on her nipples, I could tell because she kissed me hard when I did, and her hand traveled back to my lap. And on my lap, her little fingernails began to tickle and lightly scratch my cock through pants! "Oh Becky," I moaned, breaking our kiss. She smiled at me knowingly, and found my zipper. "Can I take. "Bringggg!"She rang the bell on the lobby desk a second time in a less than patient attitude. Mariel felt she just had to get her bottom into a hot soak to get all the soreness out. She could see her key inside the small office, so she slid under the countertop and walked in to retrieve it.Glancing up from the key cabinet, she noticed the door into the landlady's apartment was slightly ajar. Like the curious mermaid that she was, she eased over to the door and peeked inside. What she saw took a. Early in January, after several months of this incredible fracture, I had visited an adult book store. I picked up a couple of swinger mags. Kristie needed the feel of another woman, I couldn't give her that. Her sexual balance demanded it. We weren't having sex for the first time in our then eight year old marriage. We had made contact with a couple and met them in a resturant and slept with them. It was the first time we had officially done a "swing" with another couple. It went well. I could. The spotlight shines off of Cynthia’s alabaster skin. The wetness on her pussy sparkles. I detect wetness dripping down her thighs. She looks at me questioningly. “On the bed.” Cynthia slowly slides onto the bed, propping herself up with her hands. “Spread your legs for me. Show me that wet pink jewel between your legs. Show me all of your secrets.” Cynthia’s hands move to her ankles, and she spreads her legs wide. Her tight little pussy gapes, as much as it is capable, in front of me. Her.