I slipped my hand between her legs to find her little panties soaking wet. “My word,” I said, “I see you really enjoyed yourself, dancing with ...the young guys.” “Yes I did,” she replied, “I think they enjoyed dancing with me as well as I gave them a hardon and could feel it rubbing against me when we danced.” I removed her panties and went down on her, she was really turned on and soaking wet. I ran my tongue over the top of her clit, then to her entrance. She was still talking about how hard. ?" Quite easily. I'll run a psychopornogram on you." He motioned to a closet-size contraption."A psycho-what" Never mind. Just remove your clothes and step into the machine." Remove my clothes?" Of course. Many fantasies -- the good ones, at least -- involve skin-to-skin contact with the opposite sex. The psychopornogram records your reactions as experienced during them." Wow! It's warm and slick and... oooh... this feels like... tits and... ahhh, a pussy in here" Two very important elements in. I felt I should really have to educate him on sexual techniques but I soon felt the erotic nature of this approach. He was using me, basically as a cum dump, and I loved it. And he came with a roar and fell on top of me.I expected him to zip up and flee but he adjusted himself, adjusted the suit and the tie (he had not even removed his jacket), sat on the sofa and and patted the seat cushion beside him for me to sit down. Then in his imperfect German he told me just he much he had enjoyed it. She moaned and wiggled. “Billy, my legs really are a bit sore today from all that walking. Would you mind rubbing them for me?” “Of course not, Baby. Lay on your back while I go get some lotion." Billy hustled to the bathroom and found some baby oil his mother used when sunning. When he returned to his bedroom, Sally was on her back with her legs slightly spread. He sat on the his knees straddling her feet and dribbled baby oil down both of her thighs. Sally jumped and giggled. “That's cold!”.