I put my hands on her shoulders and kissed her neck, she moved round so I kissed her lips and in a matter of minutes we were snogging. Directing her i...nto the lounge, we broke apart and I sat her on the settee.We carried on kissing for what seemed like an age, as I moved my hands onto her tits she sighed, no-one had ever touched her before, she was waiting for an arranged marriage. As I kissed her she put her hand on my cock again and I had taken her top and bra off and was kneeding her lush. "John!" she shouted in return. It all seems so silly now, but at the time,it was something else. "Let me look at you!" I said as I eyed her critically. "John, what are you doing?" Well, I just couldn't imagine how someone as pretty as yourself couldpossibly be in need of a beauty salon."She gushed higher than Old Faithful. Her father eyed me as if I was asnake oil salesman. Mrs. Raspberry came in the door carrying some bags. "Mom can I take John up and show him?" she asked excitedly. Her mother. "My name's Steve. This is Greg, and we're..." He looked around, slightly embarrassed. "We share. Hopefully it'll be fun for you, too, but my friend here is a little rougher than I am." He eyed Greg for a moment, a slightly disapproving expression gracing his face while the other was still busy doing his inexpert impression of a pat-down. "I'll do what I can to keep it as enjoyable as possible for you." Zoe nodded, about to ask what he meant when Greg interrupted her. "Whatever. Look, here's the. Jane and Gracie sat looking at book after book of floral arrangements in Madame Antoinette’s boutique in Bel Air. Gracie had not settled upon her color scheme yet but she liked cream and lilac. She found it hard to concentrate because she kept remembering the night before. Michael had been so passionate -so in control when he had taken her in the pool. Later on they had moved to one of the cabanas and made love again before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms. Gracie had woken in his.