The masculine perfume of his aftershave struck me again. The hand that was not bringing my mouth to his head grabbed my arse and pulled our groins tog...ether, only our underpants separating them. He released me with a push as rough as his kiss, so that I sprawled backwards on the bed.“Take the rest off,” he told me, nodding at my underwear.I did so, sliding out of my boxers and socks in one fluid movement, and then lying back on my elbows to watch him peel his off. I awaited his next instruction,. ”“Not tangy like you?” I asked. “Do you ... taste yourself?”“Sometimes ... After I masturbate.” Her cheeks burned. “You smell better than me.” Her nostrils flared. “Oh, I have to taste you.”It seemed to me that her aggressive passion swelled. Then she shoved her hand up beneath my skirt. She drew my panties down my thighs, pulling them down. My panties rolled and twisted as she drew them past my knees then yanked them down to my ankles. She pressed my knees apart, my feet staying together. I. I reach my hand down the outside of her panties, she was wearing boy shorts that hung on her hips perfectly. A soft moan came from her hips. I took her panties off, and felt the heat and wetness before I even touched the outer folds of her soft lips. I ran my hands up the middle touching both side of her labia, her hips starting to buck ever so lightly. I could hear her breathing start to change from deep breaths to more shallow ones. I take the tie from around her neck and move it to cover. But do you know what to do with it?" She stroked it a little, then knelt down in front of me and took it in her mouth. It felt warm and very very sexually arousing. She slid her lips up and down it, and I moaned and said, "Yeah. Well, I don't know if I know how to use it, but you sure know how to use those lips, Crystal!" She took her mouth off of my penis and licked the tip."My turn?" asked Margaret, smiling. Crystal got up, and Margaret told me to lie down on the bed, which I did. She came.