I looked as I heard my words flow, in order to say what's on your mind you have to be dirty, 'Penis', sounds polite and proper, clinical even, so I sa...y 'Cock, or Dick' and I say it deliberately, and with a gusto to tell them of my desire for their appendages.'I love a good cock', I started, surprised at how relaxed I sounded, as if talking to another woman out looking for a fuck like I was, 'long ones', with a hint of a smile, knowing each man in the circle of trust was watching me closely,. In fact, she was shorter than me and probably only weighed about a hundred pounds. My sister Trisha was much bigger than her in the hips and she had a pair of melons for boobs that she had to lift with both hands to allow my mom to wash underneath when she came out of the kitchen bathtub. The fact the bathtub was in the kitchen allowed me to see all the women in the family in their naked glory but I was only interested in seeing my Aunt Charlotte with her clothes off as I was quite normal and. First it was painting, which I sucked at, thena book club. I enjoyed the hiking club and loved the cooking classes.Salsa dancing was the most fun. It was wild to be so close to ourpartners in such an erotic dance. I found I loved following some handsomeman's lead as he twirled and glided me over the floor. It fed my evergrowing ego when I was pulled in close and could feel his erection tentingout his clothes. The one guy and I were almost kicked out of the class asthings were clearly. We could see her clearly through the large glass window; he was hidden by the heavy dark roof. But as he slid from behind the wheel and across the bench seat that was popular in those days, he came into view, and we watched as they melted together in an embrace of teenage passion.And we had a perfect sight line as his hands began to wander across her front, grasping and squeezing at her breasts, and fumbling with the buttons as she acceded to his desires. In the dark my own hands slipped to the.