She was a pro, of that I was sure. And he indicated as such, moaning and growling at her to keep sucking him. "Harder, slut...I know you can do bett...er than that".Closing my eyes I let my fingers roam, touching myself; first the outer lips - I felt the overflow of moisture that had seeped out, then opened my outer lips, stretching them wide, feeling the cooling effect of the summer breeze wafting through between my legs, a sort of fanning of the flames.I was deliberately not touching my clit.. My first pair of panties were a silky black pair of side lace high risemidi panties. Although I was resistant to putting them on I knew I hadto overcome my cultural instincts.As I slid them on it was quite obvious to Christine and me that I wasturned on. It was also quickly apparent that my underwear would notaccommodate my excited manhood. Once my erection had died downChristine showed me how to tuck myself between my legs. It turned outshe had read a bit about drag queens on the. Letting my hand massage his boys, I turn my attention to sucking on Chris' schlong, sucking in his shaft, I bob my head up and down as he guides his missile further into my mouth. I look up at him as I take him further into my throat, gagging before starting to relax the muscle. As the momentum increases, I taste the tang of his juice trickling out of him. Pulling back, I lick my tongue over his engorged cockhead and dip my tongue into his slit.Chris growls and thrusts back into my throat, his. But it was like he was diminished. And you know what? He was!”“It’s funny you say that. Bruce was like that with me last night and we were just talking about it. I can imagine how he’d be if it actually happened.”“My other surprising reaction,” said Marie, “was that I was actually resentful toward Jim because I had spent all these years thinking I was having pretty good sex. When I was having nothing even close. But now my eyes have been opened, among other things.”Marie and Linda start.