The mattress squeaked beneath us, and already beads of sweat were forming all over Hayley's beautiful white flesh and mixing with my own perspiration....Faster and faster, I hammered Hayley to the bed, both of us breathing more erratically now. Hayley's fiery red hair thrashed about with each of my deep thrusts into her tight body, which took my thrusts steadily as I was lost in sinful desire. Hayley's cries grew louder and louder, turning me on even more, which I hadn't thought was possible.. I really do. But it is very expensive.”“Hmm. Okay. Let’s see. You’re buying me dinner? That means I owe you a black leather dress.”“What? No. That’s too much Anna.”“Come and stand next to me and look at us in the mirror.”She did, and saw the contrast of the red and black, and how well they complimented each other.I took her hand in mine and smiled at her reflection, “Let’s not argue about it little one. Undress me?”She smiled again at her pet name, and turned me around, unzipped me and helped. ” “Wow!” I was getting stiff for thinking about the erotic tales I was listening to. “What about you . . . Gracie?” immediately I was embarrassed to ask her about her personal secrets, but she laugh musically and answered. “I went to Woodstock, honey! Free love and lots of grass and I screwed the three guys in the tent we were sharing. All on that weekend! I went to a love-in in Greenwich village, which was our generation's term for an orgy. My pussy still looks good, don't you think?” She. When she came up for air Loren noticed that Hayley was staring at her. Not just staring. Is she checking me out? Hayley brought her own bottle to her lips and took a long sip, keeping eye contact with Loren the entire time. It reminded Loren of the moment Hayley saw her through the door. Something inside of Loren fluttered and she shivered.Hayley took another sip, the corner of her lips turning into a smirk. It made Loren both nervous and excited at the same time. "So, what's your name?" Hayley.