"It's OK Lyn. I suspected last night that I had interrupted something between you and Bernie and I wanted to find out if you were into girls. That's w...hy I brought you up here." But I'm not into girls, at least I never have been. But there is something about Bernie that seems to have changed that. I have got feelings I don't understand." Just Bernie? I may be wrong but I've seen the way you're looking at me too." Oh god, I'm really sorry, I just don't know what I'm doing any more. Whatever I see. It felt so good I had to hold his head there! Hmm, did I hold your hair too tightly? I’m getting wet just writing about this *blush* His hand reached out and caressed my thighs, moved under my skirt between my legs and I tell you, the moment his fingers touched my thong covered clit I came so hard I didn’t have the breath to moan. He proceeded to move my thong aside and continued to finger me. I didn’t start counting how many times I orgasmed, just enjoyed the ride. Mind you the car park was. I stood up and brushed the thought aside. "I'm fine, thanks. This is nothing." I stood up and went to the living room. Sat on the sofa and picked up a box, opened it, just to diffuse the "heat" between us. The box had some of my old books and pictures. The next thing I knew, we were both looking at old pictures and sharing stories about my c***dhood.We were seated next to each other as we talked and laughed. His arm was around me and we were so relaxed and comfy on the couch. I caught a whiff. Now—inches from my face—it looked more of an impressive donation than before. He cock had swollen to a size I had thought not possible from my initial take. Initially, I had thought him to have been of average size. Now, he had me wondering if I had taken anything as large. I spat on the head of his penis, and started stroking him. A drop of precum oozed out from his slit. I stuck out my tongue, and licked it. I had heard of precum tasting sweet, but have never experienced it. Precum to me had.