If she had wanted to stop, things would have ended there I guess, but neither of us wanted to end this magical night just yet. She effortlessly unhook...ed her bra, pushing up the sweater, blouse and bra to reveal the boobs I'd thought so much about. As if reading my mind, she said "C cup."I responded by grabbing one of her lovely globes and pulling it into my hungry mouth. The cold had made her nipple hard,and the brown nub was huge, swelling more in my mouth as I began to eagerly suck on it. She. Monique is a surprisingly mature girl. Some might call her wise beyond her years, but to me, she has become my best friend and confidant. It was her suggestion that we purchase and start wearing two-piece swimsuits by the pool. It was also her maturity and patience that convinced her mother to allow us to have a sleepover at my home during a week my father was away on business, although Monique was very surprised when I insisted that my brother Jason cook for everyone.I think that it was the. .” The idea caught me by surprise. My first reaction as the ‘Old Sandie’ would have been to refuse but after last night and this morning, was I still that person? “I don’t know, Paul,” I said, old habits dying hard, “I’d really like to but…” There wasn’t a ‘but’, and I knew it. I really wanted to stay the weekend. Still, I the Old Me had to protest however much the New Me wanted it. “We haven’t got any clothes or washing stuff or…” “We could nip you home to pack a few things,” Paul countered. In a minute he pulled back. Oh no I thought what had I done. Failure was not an option. I needed, wanted, had to have this mans seed. He bent down to the hole and said: “show me your pussy baby”. I lifted my dress and pulled my thong to one side. I had been playing all day and had a butt plug in with plenty of lube so my pussy was wet and already opened. He put two fingers inside me. My clit got hard. I had it in one of my chastity cages after all this was not about me. It was about them.This.