Tiny Pussy
"Oh, piss off." "No, I think I'd rather piss on- on you that is." "What!?" "Never played watersports? What if some preschooler saw you?" "No one can see into that window but you. You didn't look disgusted." I reached back, sliding the garage door shut. Limited light filtered in through a pair of side windows. She was used to it. She liked it. Her eyes also traveled south. My cock responded to her gaze, restoring itself to rigidity. Her nipples were even more erect than normal. They seemed to be about to pierce Tiny Pussy the fabric of her shirt. By then, I knew she wanted a man who treated her with rough loving. By the time I walked out the door, down the steps and into the yard, she was wrestling with the garage door. The dog was no longer in sight. As I collected my thoughts, I resolved that, with Mrs. Big Tits, I would take firm control. She was a toy, not a person, merely an object to be used. The reality of her possibly resenting this, and setting hubby on me, never crossed my mind until afterwards. I stood still, finishing my tea, images of Mrs.Tiny Pussy
Big Tits alternating with fantasies of my wife acting wayward. My cock swelled to record lengths. 'Well, I guess it's now or never,' I told myself. The distraction won the first round, my handful shrinking before her eyes. Finally, still grinning she bent over to chat with the dog. Her magnificent chest wobbled invitingly. Although my cock trembled in response, she did not stay to watch, instead treating me to the sight of her taut butt flouncing into her fenced yard, the dog following behind. She held my gaze, returning it with laserlike heat. Oddly, this paused my efforts short of orgasm. The reality of my sexuality confronting this 'guilty pleasure' neighbour proved distracting and stimulating. Perhaps I was not the only voyeur sharing our lane? Shaved Pussies Perhaps I only imagined that I could see her rock hard nubs tenting her T-shirt, her tongue flicking out across her puffy red lips. It was no guess about eye contact though. I looked out the window. There, standing outside her garage, was Mrs. Big Tits, staring up at my window. She was watching my prurient display. From the hundred feet that separated us, I could only hope that she was enjoying the exhibitionism.Tiny Pussy
They would experience similar feelings upon sliding fingers into wet pussies, so used to touch their own, so hesitant to touch another. They would swap positions, their thighs entwined. In my mind, it became a puzzle as to where one body ended and the next began. Like a slide show advancing, this alternated with thoughts of the two women, similar enough to be twins, double headering the rigid cock, each tongue twisting, occasionally twirling together. Their tiny tits would harden. Images of my wife, who claimed to be straight, with her face buried in her cousin's pussy while the nephew fucked her from behind danced through my brain so strongly I could see which of the cousin's garters were snapped and which had come loose. My wife had helped the nephew carry her to her room.
Her face is obscured but there are close-ups of her beautiful, pear-shaped breasts (these were my favorite nude images for a long time; the particular shape of this girl's breast, caught in one side-shot, is still my ideal.) There's the ad for a shower which I found tucked away in a house and garden magazine (usually slim pickings in these - I memorised the date of it - November - so that I could find it in the pile quickly).