I could easily detect the dark shadow of her pubic hair through the thin fabric, and it brought back memories of many mornings spent with my face buri...ed in that silky pussy. She noticed my ogling her and started to laugh, "Aw com'n, it's not like you've never seen it before." Yeah," I mumbled, knowing I was beet red again, "but it's been awhile, you know. You look good," I added forcing my eyes to stay level with hers."Thanks. Now are you going to give me some dry clothes to wear, or just stand. I’m a curator at the Guggenheim Museum of Art. I love doing what I do and all, even though it has gotten kind of boring. My home life was also boring, my husband Derek, a Xerox salesperson, and I had a very large rift in our 6-year old marriage. All that plus my overprotective, overbearing mother lives with us. My life with my mother had been volatile since my father had died. He died when I was 13. I managed to do extremely well in my school years, both academically and socially. Post-high. After a while her arms were starting to get tired and she was sure that she had long since passed Sonia's time. 'Oh well, ' Mary thought, 'I might lose the first part of the bet, but there's no way this big cock can spurt across the room like Tom's.'Mary shifted position and tried lifting the heavy cock up to see if that would stimulate him to finish quicker, but that made her arms even more tired. She decided to try and pull the huge erection down a little to give her arms a little rest.. They tasted a bit salty and felt heavy to move around."Don’t forget to look up at me. Yes, nice. Now flick the tip of your tongue over my balls. Try to tickle them. Very good. Suck my right ball into your mouth."His right ball was hanging substantially lower than the left one. I did as I was told and opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. It was bigger than I expected. I let my tongue swirl around it for a bit and looked up. Mark was looking down on me with a concentrated look, making.