I could feel the tension and excitement rising in my and my pants and she slowly took both her arms out, looked at me, and let her bra drop to the flo...or. Even though I had already seen her boobs once by the pool before, the sight of them still astounded me. They were perfect in everyway. Before that I had studied them in porn, but this was something else. She broke me out of my trance by saying “You can touch them if you want.” My hand floated through the air and came in contact with them.. Damn, I was so hard as hell that it fucking nearly hurted. Her breast were so voluptuous and beautiful, hair so long and red, any highlights would have made it look like fire was flowing off her head like lava from a volcano. Curves fitting her scrubs so well, not to the point of something slutty, but sensual and classy, and those lips, oh fuck those sexy ass lips, had me so focused to the point where I could repeat whatever she told me word from word. After clearing the air, and fighting off. Drifting off to sleep, I was pleased at how much fun I had enjoyed being fucked and even ridden, was something I was not only getting used to but I enjoying it. That evening I slept peacefully and sound, waking to someone stroking my cock. Opening my eyes, my Mistress was setting on the edge of the bed, nude and for the first time, my eyes were clear and I could see just how totally beautiful she was. Perfect in every way. She leaned in, kissing me deeply with such passion, my hand. My first sexual relationship was with an older woman. It didn’t last, and I convinced myself to stay off the girls’ team, but after my marriage cratered, I’d find myself looking at men and women with equal interest. I smiled to myself, thinking I just might get one of each. Mike had done it, and it seemed to be working out fine.Sarah was very insecure about it. “Relax. I see the way he looks at both of you. I don’t think he could pick one over the other. You seemed to be a matched set. Keep it.