Most guys like to watch a pair of girls kissing and getting it on no matter where they are or what they are doing because there is something luring about two lesbians having great sex even if you are only watching them on the internet. having blonde lesbians is another great show because more often than not most guys will like a blonde lesbian too which is not to say that they would not like a red head lesbian or any other hair color for that matter. The thing about blonde lesbians is that most women who watch girls having sex are interested in tying it at least once which is a very normal thing for girls to do these days. The average for girls going through high school is something like 25% of girls have tried lesbian actions while in college that number increases by at least three times as many. It is true that most girls have tried kissing another girls or going down on her by the time they are 20 years old which is about the time where they will make a firm stand on which way they choose to swing.
For the guys this can be seen as a problem because more girls are becoming gay which means that there are fewer women for the men to choose from. For the most part they do not have to worry because there are still more available women than there are men in the world which is probably why these girls are getting it on together rather than waiting for a man. Still most of these 70%+ girls that are trying something different will always change back to being straight or bi-sexual after they have had a few times experimenting with another girl. The best part is watching two of the blonde girls getting it on together which are what the guys like to watch.
All week long, his anger had seethed, just below the boiling point, and he’d had to fight with himself, not to let it affect his training for the fight … or the fight itself. Then, tonight … when Carla had pressed in close to him, seductively rubbing herself up against him, as she told him about the party, he had made up his mind. To hell with it! I’m not climbing onto a plane, tonight! I’ll go home tomorrow … or the next day! He had told his manager, in the dressing room, while he was getting his rubdown, to cancel his flight reservations. He’d reschedule them … in a day or two.
Phil Stivers’ groin was afire, aching with need. The eighteen-year-old youth had wandered away from the rest of the group for a bit of privacy. He had seen his Aunt Liz slip away from the camp and followed her, hoping to talk with the woman. The two of them had always gotten along well – and she was cool, both she and Uncle Jason were in with the times, without having to try to act young.
“Nice and hard,” she mumbled so softly that no one in the outer offices could hear. “Oooooh, how nice!” She looked up inquiringly and John nodded to her once more, in such a way that she knew perfectly well what he meant. Standing up, Ruth slid her thin summer dress upward, revealing beneath it her shapely, well developed legs, tanned to perfection. She removed her sandals and stood in her bare feet on the deep pile of the rug of John’s headquarters, and then, reaching upward, she began to slip off her flimsy silk panties. Ruth’s pussy was covered with deep coppery curls, and John could feel his hardened cock give an excited jerk at the sight of it.
My parents were very liberal and didn’t try to hide their kids’ bodies from each other–but Cyndi was ridiculous! I didn’t doubt for a second that she was something of an exhibitionist–it was plain from the way she reacted that she enjoyed showing off her body to her big brother. Cyndi’s favorite sleeping attire was panties and a tank top–sometimes an oversized dress shirt–and she always made it a point to come out and say goodnight to me, with her arms at her sides so I could admire her tits and legs. And of course she always gave me a goodnight kiss.
“God … I’m tired!” Robert exclaimed, letting himself fall heavily into the bed. He covered his nude body with the lightweight summer blanket. He could feel himself falling asleep as his head touched the pillow. But Midge pressed her warm body against the hard flatness of his reclining form.
The command came from a boy to remove her skirt, and Sabrina’s face burned with shame as it fell to her feet. She stood before the group of boys and girls now with her tits naked, wearing a pair of very scanty bikini panties, a garter belt, stockings and a pair of high-heeled shoes. The garter belt and stockings always surprised Sabrina. She never wore those except in her dreams. In reality she always wore pantyhose and didn’t even own stockings or a garter belt.