I grab the sides of your face and straddle your lap. I'm wearing a skirt (no panties, of course. I hate panties) and its hitched up to my waist so my ...soaking throbbing pussy is right on top of your rapidly hardening cock. You can feel the heat from between my legs, and it's just fanning the heat within you. You run your hands up the outside of my thighs. The skin so soft and hot for your touch. You cup your hands under my butt cheeks and squeeze. I can just barely feel the tips of your fingers. So when i was younger at gym classes i was excused shorts,just in case i embarresed my teachers and upset the class.the only way i wear shorts now is if its cutaways or bermudas. so now the colour is returning to mrs fieldings face and gasp after gasp of surprise.she tells me she had heard the rumours but thought they were exagerating or it was a legend(thought you had to be dead for a legend)she looked at the size of my cock and said a leg end.id never heard that before.i had heard it called a. I had stopped by the local news center one day to pick up our favorite porn magazines when the answer was there staring me in the face from the rack. A swinger’s magazine. Perfect! Strangers from out of town and people we most likely would never see again suited our desires to the tee. I brought the magazine home and Joy looked it over for a few hours ( working her juicy pussy with a big dildo and vibrator, of course ) to make her picks. She selected four men ( expecting only one or two to be. The girth was as large as a woman’s wrist and so heavy that even while he was erect, it sagged low from the weight. And the marvelous head! It was a dark pink color with a bit of a shovel shape at the end. The ridge of his glans was so pronounced that it seemed that it stood out a half an inch from the shaft. His dick was heavily veined and his large pendulous balls were covered in wiry black hair.I grasped his giant staff and hoisted it up, pointing it towards his belly button. Then I nuzzled.