Marsha grabbed my hips and pulled, urging me to enter her. We kissed a minute, then she broke the kiss and took my hand again, showing me up the stairs. XNXX I wrapped my hand around it and stroked. On a new topic, she asked me what was new in the house. I liked its shape. Marsha said, “Fuck me, Pete. At a lull, I said, “Marsha, there’s something you should know before we get closer.”
She cocked her head a little and said, “And that would be?”
“I’m actually bisexual.”
“Actively?”
“Yes.”
She smiled and said, “You must be mixed up with those guys at the Meadows that watch dirty movies and play with each other.”
Huh? “Definitely. We finished undressing each other, but I only got as far as removing her bra. Then without warning, I stuck my tongue in her snatch as far as it would go; she inhaled sharply and squeaked out an “Oh!’ My tongue went to work then, up and down her pussy and occasionally touching her clit.
