Her mouth opened and hungrily accepted my tongue whilst simultaneously inserting hers into my own mouth. After a few moments we broke the kiss.“Oh w...ow!” It was fast becoming her catchphrase.“I take it you liked it?” She nodded. “Well there’s plenty more where that came from.” I leaned in to kiss her again. This time she pushed against me.“I don’t know about this.” She said. I instantly released her. No means no.“What’s wrong was I going too fast for you?”“Not that.” She replied shaking her. I did go on chat, and had a coupleof guys who came for me, as I sent my pics and movies and talked nasty to them. I thankedthem for helping me get ready for my date.I showered, shaved (smooth underneath around my pussy, and a little patch on top) and gotdressed, putting on a black dress with silver threading in it with a black lace shawl, no bra,black satiny bikinis, dark thigh highs and black toeless heels. I did my hair and makeup,glued on some nails and painted my toenails. Standing in front. She didn’t even try to be quiet, “Oh shit, Matt, that feels so good.” Everyone within ten feet would have been able to hear her… and were watching, no doubt wishing they were me. She was pressing herself back against my cock, which, if it hadn’t already grown to its full potential, would be growing more. Crap, I needed to get her out of there!Kayla leaned her head back and said, agreeing with my feelings exactly, “Oh God, Matt, I need to fuck!” I responded by pinching her nipples a little. Did we call our Martin?’ She was trying her best to keep his hands away, but he’d already slipped her bra over her breasts. He started squeezing her nipples. It hurt horribly. ‘Yes, and he’s going to fix you good.’ Turner kept manipulating her nipples. They were turning an angry red. ‘Oh please now Cheryl.’ He leaned forward. ‘Give your old Turner a kiss.’ Just then the front door opened. Turner looked ahead at the wall past Cheryl’s face. Shit he thought when he reached to get the paper bag.