One afternoon I went down there to grab a few items. I usually try to be discreet when I'm there. I wouldn't want anyone to notice what I was buying. ...How ashamed I would be if anyone saw me buying such slutty things. I always figured that if someone did catch me I would simply explain that the items were for my girlfriend. I had done this smoothly 2 or 3 times with no problems. This afternoon things went a little different. I pulled into theparking lot. I would always feel so excited whenever I. She let out a yelp, unlike anything he had ever heard from her before. That alone was enough to send a surge of electricity through him. He started from the tip of her clit and licked straight down to taste the delectably sweet juices she was producing. As she moaned for him to keep going, he moved his hands under her ass and lifted her up enough to lick her ass. The moans got louder, and as he continued licking her clit, he picked up the paintbrush again and traced the outline of her pussy. I started to kiss her legs near her knee. Her hands pulled my face to the junction of her legs. The smell of her sex was intoxicating. My cock was ramrod stiff."Are you ready?" she cooed.I slid upward. Her hand guided my cock to her entrance. Found, it slid inward. She took both sides of my head in her hands. Our mouths joined for the most wonderful French kiss that I have ever experienced. At the same time, her body begins to undulate, and pump her bottom up and down as well as sideways. I was. I also couldn't say that to him. Her voice flitted into my mind saying "I am so fucked," and in a moment of epiphany I understood what she had really meant. She meant things had come to a place where there was great joy ... which would, or at least could, generate great loss. To have one thing, she was sure she was likely to lose another.I hoped she was wrong.It is a testament to the depth of our friendship that Scott simply picked up his book bag and followed me. I yelled to my mom where we.