She loved it and moved her hips in rhythm with my tongue motions.She loved it and moved her hips in rhythm with my tongue motions. She took my head in her hands to guide me where she wanted me. My hair is kind of short so in the dark she couldn't tell that she was caressing a woman. "Oh, I have to have more," she whispered. "Slide your cock into me. Plunge it in deep!" I got up on my knees, positioned myself at her opening, and mounted her. I guided my "cock" where my mouth had been seconds before. She moaned with delight and reached up to rub my chest. Then she felt my tits and screamed. I was going crazy trying to calm her down. I kept the fake prick in her as I soothed her, but it seemed to be doing more harm than good. I finally pulled it out and took it off, talking quietly to her as I did. About 15 minutes later she had calmed down but was still pretty well freaked. She said she just wanted to go home, and I felt like shit. That made me decide to lay low the following night, even though the experience with Connie left me longing for pussy. (I love guys and I need them, but I love women, too. Sometimes I need only what a woman has to offer.) I had just finished dinner and was watching TV when the doorbell rang. I couldn't believe my eyes when I opened the door and there stood Connie, fetchingly dressed in shorts and a halter top! She didn't leave much to the imagination, and I know my eyes must have opened wide as I stared at her bare, well-shaped legs in full light. She smiled sweetly but stammered when she spoke. "You've been on my mind lately, and I wanted to come back and apologize for running out the way I did last night." I was delighted and invited her in. She brushed close when she stepped inside, and desire laced through me. |