I lightened the pressure, but kept the finger moving, now just a tantalizing tickle. She was still moaning, a line of sweat on her upper lip, her eyes... still locked onto mine. "Are you going to give me your panties? Am I going to get to play with this lovely wet pussy while we eat? Are you going to be my dessert tonight? Do you want me? Do you want to taste me? Do you want to rub your hot sweaty body all over my hot sweaty body?" I punctuated each question with a little tap directly on the tip. The Earth was destroyed. I was on it. A person can only survive the end of the world so many times. I'm sure I've used up my quota"A kind feminine voice seemed to be talking to him from both sides at once. "Arthur, please get up."Despite his better judgment, Arthur opened his eyes. He saw Tricia McMillan looked down at him with concern on his left. He also saw Trillian looking down with concern at him on his right. Or perhaps that was the other way around?He sighed very deeply and sat up. He. ' No, Idon't think so. I think my thoughts were more jealousy oriented, wantingto look like that, to have the muscles, the hair, the build, and yes,well his cock too. I know my mother liked his fat big cock ( she talkedabout it openly, I mean all the time), but, yes, all of that. I staredat him, and yes, maybe my eyes dropped from his open shirt to betweenhis legs and my smile showed through as well."So you are a little fag pussy," Peter said, (ok, that had not been saidbefore) "You thinking. Then I touched my lips to the top of her head and kissed her soft sandy blonde hair. I could see her reflection in the glass. She closed her eyes and a slight smiled appeared on her lips. Then I heard a light moan. I took this a sign, I took one hand and moved her ponytail out of the way and leaned down and kissed her neck. Lindsey sighed again, then I felt one of her hands reach behind her back and slide down to my zipper. I kept kissing her and she maneuvered my zipper until it was down. Then.