He knew there was no point in getting into an argument. He wasn’t even sure he understood the allusion. “Least you’ll be getting some prick-sex....” Nothing could be further from the truth, Stephen thought, glumly. Marianne might support traditional marriage, but it was more of the “Not tonight, dear, I’ve got a headache” kind of tradition that she favoured when it came to sex. Marianne was deeply conventional – she certainly wouldn’t indulge in anything that was as socially proscribed as. M. in our kitchen Sue kept glancing at his growing, mobile tent and smiling. He laughed too and thrust his hips toward her, sure of his prey. I could see the longing in her face and her deep breaths. Too far to hear their whispers, I heard the word “juice” followed by Sue’s bending over sharply, one hand on the fridge door, her mini-bikini clad ass aimed directly at Steve in teasing invitation. More than an inch of exposed butt crack tempted us; her labia stood snugly surrounded by her mini. "So I guess we are both guilty, then" She smiled, walked up to me and lifted her leg to my chair "Since you are the one that has started this, why dont you bury your face down there and make me beg for your cock"I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer until her pussy was in my mouth. I began playing with my tongue up and down her wet pussy. She finally pushed her hip and my tongue was buried inside her. I could taste her juice dripping out, and she moaned crazily "Yes fuck me with your tongue,. I decided that my window would be the best route. I couldn’t wait to get home. When we got home I told my parents I was tired and wanted to get to bed soon. They bought the whole thing. When I got to my room I took my dress off and changed into jeans and a t-shirt, I didn’t even change my underwear since I felt so sexy in them. I was so quiet and was at the park in no time, sneaking out was easy. Simon told me that when he saw me in jeans he was very pleased that I was ok wearing other.