’ Those are the things that I think about it before doing something dumb. Having Laura’s indignation in my brain keeps me in line. Otherwise, I’...d be a wild man. Otherwise, thinking with my penis instead of my brain, I’d have no conscious thought telling me that it’s wrong to do this or that. I’d just do whatever hoping for the best and regretting the repercussions of my immature decisions later. Yet, there’s something visually exciting about a bikini, which is why they make them, no doubt. Sex. .the first night it happend went like this..I was already in bed, and wearing her panties, which i took from her panty drawer before i got undressed, she came to the bedroom, and began to get into her pjs..first she took off her pants, when they came down all i could see was the tight cotton jockey panties clinging to her hairy pussy. I started rubbing my cock between my "panties" she looked at me in the dim lit room and said "are you playing?" i just smiled and nodded...she smiled back and. Her pussy clenched even more tightly around his engorged cock. Then it quivered, even as she continued to ride him. “Cum in me, George! I want to feel it inside me! I want to feel your hot cum fill me up! Oh, Master!”With a guttural moan he erupted up into her. His cock pulsed as long ropes of his seed splashed against the walls of her pussy. She felt his orgasm too and it triggered her own. She leaned her head on his shoulder and was nearly crying as the pleasure emanating from. "So, which one had the biggest cock?" Kelly threw out next, almostmaking me paint a line down my face with eyeliner. I just stared openmouth at her. "Well, try telling me that they didn't each have a hardon, and that they didn't press it into you while dancing. All guys doit, even my husband does that," she explained. The cheesy smileappeared again."Well, they both were big, at least seven inches long, but I thinkMartin's was thicker, almost like my wrist," I played along. "Yours?"Kelly played.