There is something about her that keeps him watching. Every time she came over, it seemed to intensify. He has learned about beauty standards and note...d that she fits them, her face perfectly symmetrical, her curves generous and feminine. He identifies as a male, and perhaps he’s a straight one. But those are musings he tries not to dwell on.He's content watching her work. It’s so fascinating that he pushes all his other functions to the background, focusing instead on her pretty face, her. " Then go for it, Babe. Why don't you show Marcie how good it feels to have a woman lick her pussy while I finish painting her tonsils?" Good idea."Later, we sat around in the family room, still nude, and discussed our new life style.Marcie picked up the phone and sat across my lap, guiding my prick into her still tight pussy until it was lodged to the root. "Mind if I call Betsy?" Of course not," I replied, not realizing why she asked. She called Betsy all the time. What was different about. ."Before long he was grunting with exertion. His hands roamed across her shoulders, and down the slope of her back, and around the curve of her hips, and back up to fondle her breasts as they jiggled."Please..."He took a double handful and squeezed again. His fingers pinched her swollen nipples, twisting. She shuddered through and through."Please..."His hands slid lower, across her belly. He was pumping steadily now, her cheeks spread to accept him."Please!"He reached between her splayed legs,. What? Sexy? Yes, definitely. Michael was possessed of a self confidence which oozed from every pore of his body. Outspoken? Outrageous would be a better word, she thought, smiling. He, no doubt, was just teasing with her last night, yet... she found herself hurrying upstairs to put on the bikini which she had bought last year but which Tim found too immodest. She had never worn it, yet now as she pulled up the thong and snapped the skimpy bra in place, she realized she was actually breathing.