We left. As I lived in downtown Toronto at the time, Karen parked at my place before the concert as it was easier to cab it to the venue then it was t...o find and pay for parking. So lucky me, she was already coming back to my place anyways! The whole time in the cab back to my house, we were making out hard and it started to get into some heavy petting territory as she reached down and slowly started rubbing the front of my pants. Cab dropped us off and we went onto my porch. It was after 1am. Instead of dealing with it, Laura put it off, tried to forget about it.She was worried about her future relationship with Sholandra, who suddenly seemed sexually insatiable. Not only had she nearly devoured Laura, she had got up from Laura's bed saying that she was supposed to spend the night with Rhonda. In addition, Laura knew she had gone back to seeing at least one man, someone she had known in her life before Laura. And now Rhonda. She was just fucking everybody, and for a while it was. Do not tell him you're wearing your onesie and you are cutting your toenails. No one needs to know that, especially the boy who won't be hard for you for long if you tell him. My favourite is "well not very much, does a bed sheet in between my legs count?" Or "I've just got out of the shower and was getting dressed, I had got so far as my French panties, should I stop there?" Let him think that you need his approval (it's the submissive in me).3. The photosYou are likely to be exchanging. Pulling my pants up quickly, I opened the back door of the limo and we both climbed in. Britney was still wearing the tight little tank top. She slowly lifted her shirt over her head. I waited with anticipation to see her gorgeous tits. Britney didn’t hesitate…bringing her hands around to her back, she undid her bra quickly, letting it fall from her shoulders, down her arms, and onto the floor of the limo.“Fucking unbelievable,” I muttered, staring at the sweet mounds of young titmeat..