Just trying to help.”Over the next few weeks we did the dance thing withDiane in hot little outfits a few times. Then I decidedto help her out a... little more. Diana hadn’t been fuckedor had her pussy touched in about 3 months. Well maybea little grinding or groping at a club. I had startedtalking dirty to her without touching her. Asking ifshe was horny, if she’d like a cock in her. She wouldlay back and fantasize as I talked to her, like phonesex, sometimes I even got her. His warm lips left mine to kiss my cheek, then my neck, then my shoulder, but I wanted his lips on my lips. Pulling his chin up with one finger, our lips melded together once again. I felt like I was going to burst, I was so wet. I wanted him so badly. Almost without realizing it, my fingers danced along his shirt, unbuttoning each of his buttons. No protest from him, so I slid his shirt off, his now bare chest against my thin tank top with the bra built in, concealing my breasts from his. I can give you the things he can't. With that I kiss her again, and she finally responds. Her tongue darts back into my mouth and she grabs my dick through my jeans. So that's the ticket... be rough with her. I grab her by the waist and pick her up, her legs wrap around me automatically, and I push her against the side of the staircase, her head hitting a picture of her husband and her on their wedding day. I ravage her neck, biting hard, pulling a groan from her throat. My arm reaches down and. ”“Well, that’s disconcerting,” Betty said, making a face. “There’s nothing like your enemies seeing you at your worst.”“Except, in your case, your devils are no longer your foes, instead, they’re helping you rise from your depths, reaching new heights. You need to rethink your relationships. Right, Nekko?”Betty cocked her head. “It’s always a little disconcerting when little voices agree with you from inside my head. I’m not sure I’ll ever adjust to that.”“Get used to it,” Nancy said as Phil.