God yes, I fantasize about your kiss, what your tongue feels like, what it tastes like. I dream of kissing you for hours upon end. My sense is that I ...would be just as satisfied kissing you, making out, as I would if we were to make love. Oh, and to make love…the simple thought of it makes me weak in the knees, my heart pounds, and my eyes close as my mind takes a break from reality. The things I would do to you… How many times have you made me cum? And while I cum frequently, we have to. The women hung their gunbelts in the bedroom closet, washed up and went to the kitchen to prepare supper. As Jennie pushed the door open, she stopped, then walked on in, a smile starting on her face, soon to be copied by the rest of the women as they joined her.Evie was in the process of setting a large platter of hamburger patties on the table as Dave set out plates, glasses and silverware. "We waited until we saw you guys start this way on the monitor," Evie said. "My fries probably aren't as. My mother had a body piercing, wow.She saw me staring at her piercing and said, “That makes me just as horny as you are every day.”I smiled and got closer to her open pussy. Then I got even closer to it. The smell was wonderful and much better than what I had learned to expect from her used panties. I stuck out my tongue and flicked her piercing, and then I licked her whole slit from the bottom of her slit to the top of it. Mom had a taste that was pungent but sweet at the same time, I loved. All the weeks of us fantasizing about me fucking those boys had taken away my resistance, and I smelled his sweaty and musky genitals as my lips touched his oozing foreskin. I opened wide to take his cock head into my mouth, and I loved the feeling of his thick rubbery foreskin and the thickness of his cock head as he continued to press me down farther.I struggled to engulf more of his shaft as he held me firmly in place and leaned down to whisper, “That’s it, Coach, suck my cock. You white.