I involuntarily without any hesitation reciprocated when you were flirting. Though I was busy attending to the guests, you did not leave me. I did not... want you to be away from me. You were naughty, and when you brushed against my breasts, touched my hips, and put your arms around my waist. I knew your desires and obvious intentions and I felt happy. You were praising my long hair and you even counted the number of loops in my braid, which surprised me to such extent that how keenly you were. "Sure you can Becky. All you have to do is stand up, lift your skirt and bend over." Why do you have to call me Becky?" Because I can Becky. And because you secretly like it. You just won't admit it." I don't like it." Sure you do. Now stand up and show me your ass." I'm not showing you my ass." The longer you wait the more chance of someone else coming in and seeing. Time's wasting Becky."She looked at the clock and stood up. Her brain told her not to do it but her hands found themselves. James’s eyes rolled upward and his mouth fell open. I stood up, shucked my pants off completely and kneeled on the couch next to him. I put my hand on the top of his head and turned it slowly, until his mouth was just inches from my now-dripping cock. I moved it closer to his lips, close enough that he could have touched me with the tip of his tongue.He looked up at me. His eyes didn’t say yes, but they didn’t exactly say no, either, so I moved forward and touched his lips with the tip of my. The flavor. It all forms this obsession she has."Carly, do we have any ham?" Sam asks, sticking her head in the fridge.I admired her ass in the air, wiggling suggestively. It reminded me of last night. We almost had sex. But Sam's ham craving got in the way and we stopped before it could get too far. So here I am, hot and horny and staring at a girl's ass."Check the fridge," I reply, leaning against the kitchen counter."Nah. You don't have any. I wonder if Benson does?"Fat chance. His mother.