She wore a beautiful black dress exposing some of her cleavage, armpits, and thighs. She put her eyeliners and lipsticks beautifully. I was going weak... on my knees. My mouth remained opened seeing her.She noticed and smiled back. We sat and ordered coffee. I greeted her and told her she looked beautiful. People near our tables were staring her. I told her, “How lucky I am, they are thinking you’re my girlfriend,” to which she blushed. We talked normal stuff and post one hour I dropped her near. And as I’m sucking on him, you start spanking me, just like Mark did to Linda, but it’s way harder. And you call me a slut and a whore, and tell me to keep sucking on him like the cheating cunt I am, all while you keep spanking me. Everyone yells, ‘Yeah, go Bob, spank that little slut!’ As we all quiet down, Lisa finishes her fantasy, ‘My ass is on fire from all your rough slapping, but I don’t care because you got me so horny. I mean, I could feel my cunt juice dripping down my thighs I was so. "I am very real, my love," I heard Pam's voice respond. Her lips on the nape of my neck made me melt like a Salvador watch. The narrow bunk just barely accomodated the two of us. What if it collapsed under our combined weight. I didn't care at that moment. All the pain and fear faded into a lower precinct of the mind. Like blind man's bluff we explored one another's body. We were phantom dykes. Pam's mouth pressed firmly against mine and I eagerly opened my lips and accepted her probing. Normally at least, tonight the thought she usually never had kept creeping back into her mind.And not the ‘I should ask him to sleep with me’ kind and much rather ‘I should get naked and jump on his dick’ kind.Which again was completely unusual for her, she had always shown an astonishing ability to contain her naughtiness until she was back alone in her own apartment. Maybe it was the fact that these were all but her own walls surrounding her by now that kept grinding on her defense.Them.