Sometimes Christina thought Fritz understood her sexual needs even better than she did.

Schneider bent down and rested his elbows on his knees. "You have the right attitude dear. I'll enjoy watching you throw it to him. After a few hours of coaxing, I'm sure you'll be impossible to resist."

"I think my body is holding up pretty well, don't you?" Christina said, cupping her hands under the voluptuous weight of her firmly rounded breasts and lifting them until they stood out in full bloom. She held the pulsating little nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, pinching them gently into erection. Leaving her breasts, her hands trailed down over her smooth stomach to her hair-fringed pubic "vee".

"Quite well," Schneider agreed. "Come over here so we can talk more about it."

Christina walked over to the stone patio and then knelt provocatively beside Schneider who tangled one hand into her soft black hair. With the other hand, he unzipped his Bermuda shorts, rising a minute to tug them and his undershorts anxiously over his knees until they fell alongside the bench. He dropped back onto the bench, his long, desire-hardened cock beginning to jerk and throb below his spreading belly.

"You'll work over the husband and I'll get the proud little bride," he murmured and separated his hairy thighs, holding his cock in his hand and slipping back the heavy foreskin to reveal the thick rubbery head. Then he took her hand and clasped it around his rock-hard penis which stiffened and twitched visibly at her warm touch.

The kneeling young woman teased the foreskin back and forth with one hand while with the other she played with his sperm-bloated testicles, squeezing them with the tips of her gently massaging fingers.