He measured my clit, the distance from my anus to my pussy hole. He also probed me with measuring instruments and his strong fingers. He had me creami...ng. I melted under his touch.He laid me on my back on the table. My legs hung off each side with my open crotch facing Jenny. He came up to my head and I turned to find his erect penis in his hand. He stroked its ten-inch length poised at my lips. Honey-like precum dribbled from the slit. My lips parted when his cockhead touched them. I sucked. Jen didnt like to show off as much skin, but she should have with a long tall tan slender body like hers. She decided to wear light blue denim jeans that were torn horizontally everywhere. Thats the new style. She had on little white socks and runners. For a top she wore a spaghetti string cotton tee shirt. She wore no bra underneath as her firm tits stood out like little mountains. They did not sag. Even I was envious of that. On the way to the concert we drank a few beers and mixed some shots. They are white cotton knickers with a thin band of lace around the top. They cover the glorious curves of my large cheeks, and hide the aroused blushing my skin is racing with. And I'm thinking about you.I wonder, would you like to see me? Do you want to see how my breasts, huge and round, look as I lie on my back with my legs open? Large, pale moons of wobble, that sag a little to the sides, these boobies are fun to play with as I finger myself. Sometimes, I lie slightly to my side, and let. ”“Where?”“Right here,” I said, taking her hand in mine and moving her middle finger around where I knew her most sensitive spot must be.“Maybe I should take my panties off.”I was about to say something about how I should leave the room again, but she had already sprung to her feet and pulled her soaked panties off. She looked at me and smiled, and then climbed onto the sofa straddling my legs. Her cute little ass rested on my thighs.“Now show me again,” she said.“Here,” I said, placing her.