I won't dwell too much on our cosy little social life but when I had the opportunity to see Greg in any stage of undress, I had to watch him. Of cours...e I also had to be careful too. I had never actually seen his cock but all instances of seeing him in any erotic pose left a photographic imprint on my mind.Such as:Working in his shorts in the garden and when he took a breather, seeing up his legs to the white liner covering his balls.See him in his tight jeans with the promise of a sizeable box. Paul just stared at me for a moment before responding. “Yeah, I heard what happened,” he replied sympathetically. I glanced at him and saw that his face was as red as mine. I also saw him staring at the place where my breasts should be. Even though I was wearing a padded bra, there just wasn’t much to look at. I turned away so Paul couldn’t see what I didn’t have and felt tears begin to slide down my cheeks. When I pulled open the drawer where the Kleenex box was kept, Paul reached for it. ‘Just give her a lick or two first and then fuck her!’ was his reply, said as calmly as if he were suggesting I get her a glass of water. ‘Will she get mad?’ was my stupid response. Well maybe stupid to you but it was a fair question to me, I was raised to respect women’s wishes. In my world if she got mad then I got in trouble. But what he said next shaped my mind, even now 40 years later. ‘Just do what you want to her, and make her like it!’ Just like that with out any more ado he changed. I didn't move."Aidan, do it now!" She demanded.I moved my vision looking up to her pussy. It was a really nice looking pussy that was for sure. She was all shaved, baby smooth. Her lips were a mix of pink and light brown. Her clit wasn't visible yet."You like what you see? Wait until you taste me," Tara said in a softy sexy voice.By the time I knew it, she was moving her little body down and I watched her spread her pussy lips open letting me have a view of her little pink clit. She placed her.