Finally, I'm face to face with his ass, but I decide to start slow. I start by sniffing his lower back and legs. Whatever body wash he used, it brough...t out his natural pheremones and drove me wild, as I'm sure it does to all the females he's likely attracted to. Then, I move to his ass cheeks. Covered in underwear I smell his fresh detergent, and find myself wanting to know so much more about this guy whose name I don't even know, and who has absolutely no knowledge of my existence, but who I'm. That immediatly turned me on again because I love feeling full. This cock was a monster. I walked up to her and told her I wanted her to fuck me. Right there on the porch I wanted her to shove her huge cock up my pussy from behind and fuck me hard. I had to step down a step since my shoes were on so our heights matched up. I bent over so my ass was up and I felt the cold fall air rush up my pussy and cool my swollen lips. I felt her hand line up her cock with my pussy and shove it in hard and. She said she chose her outfit to “show off her best features”. At the time I did not consider that the outfit would provide ease of access for other activities as well. I’m not sure whether she did or not. By about 11:00pm we had all had a few drinks, seen a few tits, and learned a few things about the ground rules of Mardi Gras. The Strand, in those days, stretched from the cruise ship harbor at one end to the old train station (now a museum) at the other. The nearer to the cruise ships the. "I was referring to an incident when I was fifteen and Lucy was ten, we'd been mucking around and I'd pretended to be an red Indian and tied her to the washing line post, I'd tickled her until she was sobbing. As I remembered the incident fondly I noticed Lucy give a little shiver, raising an eyebrow at her I asked her if anything was wrong."I was remembering that day," she grinned, "you were a right sod back then and you never knew how wet you made me when you tied me up."She sighed wistfully.