Her pussy hairs were matted against the thin fabric and her pussy lips were clearly defined. This was by far the most erotic thing I had ever seen. Fu...rther on in the same magazine when I reached the quest section the discussion was all about oral sex. The girl who was being interviewed went into graphic detail about the way she felt when this younger guy had gone down on her. In the second part a guy tried his best to describe the joys of oral sex. My mind was racing. I spent the next few days. She moaned, humping up to meet my thrusts, my balls smacking into her flesh. I pounded her hard, my cock boiling. I had to cum so badly.She kissed me, her hands grabbing my ass, pulling me into her as she humped against me. Her pussy kept spasming about my dick. Somehow, she was still cumming. One orgasm rolling into another. Was that possible?“Damn,” I groaned, my fingers clenching on her butt-cheeks. “Do you keep cumming?”“Yes, yes, yes,” she squeaked, bucking so hard into me. “Girls can do. That night a month ago changed the nature of our relationship from straight hetero, to more… bi. Tonight, we are just two attractive young women out on the town, with no further expectations toward each other than just being girlfriends out for some clubbing, dancing, and… well… who knows. I am an active and energetic person, and have been sexually active since my college days at age eighteen or nineteen. In college, it became a thing to do… to experiment a little with a girlfriend. My friend. If she hadn’t mentioned it first, then I probably would have. Her eyes lit up when I said, “Actually Marcia, I quite fancy the idea.” She understood that I wasn’t looking for a job as such, but wanted some fun and a new experience. We touched on the subject of sex and she said that it would always be my decision whether or not to entertain the client in that way. “Any arrangements you make privately,” she said, “Are simply none of my business.” I said that I’d use my discretion and she told me.