Soon our conversation turned from Tina to some other women we knew and both of us told stories about some of the chicks that we had fucked. I was sup...er turned on, but was laying on my side, so that unless Greg looked at my crotch he wouldn't be able to tell that I had a hard-on. But Greg was lying on his back, and I could easliy make out that he had tent in his boxers. Keeping the talk going about different girls, I kept looking at his cock and I really wanted to touch it. Greg reached down. You have shared with me how much you like fondling your breasts and have wondered what it would be like to have your hands – and mouth – on another woman's breasts. Your breasts and nipples are just large enough for you to be able to bring the tip of your nipple to your mouth when your nipples are erect. I place both hands on your right breast and manipulate the nipple up to your mouth. You lick the tip, and, leaning over your back I am able to suck the whole nipple into my mouth. Sucking and. ’ She yelled what the fuck was he doing? ‘Looking at the firmest, curviest body in all of New York. You do look swell.’ ‘Tom? With that drawl you must be Tom. Where would you like to kiss me? God I haven’t seen you for six years.’ ‘Eight years. The lips please. Your cunt is all soapy.’ ‘Oh Tom, you’re in New York. You can’t talk to young women like that.’ ‘Like what?’ ‘Oh it doesn’t matter,’ Jane giggled, coming forward to kiss him. ‘Are you on the pill?’ ‘Um… er… yes, Gawd you can’t ask women. I never liked going to her house. It was scary to me. It was an old Victorian house that had been in the family since the 1800’s. There were four stories to it. On the bottom floor was the main living area with massive rooms. The second floor had four bedrooms with a full bath in every room. The third floor was just one huge open room with a bed sitting next to a cathedral window with a window seat in it. At the other end of the room was a bathroom with a built in bath tub that could hold.