Not that I would be jumping in her bed so she would find me there, anyway. Come on, Wendy, can't we talk about something else?"Her doodling brought he...r fingers within range of my more sensitive spots. She had already gotten me off twice, once with her mouth and once as she worked me from on top, while I suckled and squeezed her big breasts as they swayed over my face. Now she was very lightly running her fingertips along the skin between my legs and my balls, teasing and tickling, but never. ”She smirked. “Yeah, I suppose y’all would ... Well?”“What?”“Are you? Naked?”“I guess,” I said in a little voice. I stripped.Deena’s got bigger tits than me. Most girls do. Bill loves mine, though. I looked at Deena’s. She’s got a good cup size more than me. Mine are almost cones. Hers are rounded. And why am I looking at Deena’s tits?And she’s licking her lips. I licked my own. I was feeling really good, aroused. It’s a good feeling. And a couple more kisses, okay?Hugging is a lot better when. ” The mug was propelled back in my direction.“It’s an acquired taste,” I admitted.We resumed drinking our preferred beverages.A thought occurred to me. “What time do you have to be home by?” I asked Mel.“An hour earlier than yesterday because Mum will finish work and make dinner earlier,” explained Mel, looking at her cartoon-character watch.“When we’ve finished our drinks, we’d better clean up so you can go,” I said, feeling pangs at the thought of Mel leaving.That thought put a damper on. It was easy for the big man to reach down past the hem of her short skirt and wriggle his hand up to stroke her shapely thigh.At first his head scarcely believed what his hands were feeling. This girl was actually wearing a garter-belt and nylon stockings, something he hadn't come across since his college days, before the revolutionary discovery of pantyhose, what Frank Archer considered a horny man's worst enemy. Playfully he pulled on a garter strap and let it snap back against her skin."I.