We sat there for a while, making out.After a while, he said, "I need to ask you something and I'm not asking it to piss you off. I'm asking because I ...need to know, OK?" OK," I said, curious."Do you like me because you like me or because I was the first one to ask you out?"I grinned at him. "What are you grinning at?" he asked, obviously a bit confused at my reaction."Nice to know I'm not the only insecure person in this swing." No, you're not," he laughed."Good. As for your question--I'll be. ”“Okay, now I want you to wear a skirt, a button-down blouse, no bra but wear regular panties, not skimpy panties either. Shoes are optional.” John instructed. “Now, what is your address?”Jazzy told him and they hung up. She sat there on the couch, holding her phone in her hands, tempted to call him back and cancel out but Jazzy knew if she canceled out now, she would never have the guts to do it again. Jazzy stood up and headed upstairs to take a shower.At precisely eight o’clock, Jazzy heard. I could feel each of the major muscle groups clenching and relaxing in concert as she rhythmically thrust against me while milking me with her pussy."Thanks," Amy gasped, seeming to toy with me as she purposely maintained her steady rhythm.Wanting Amy to focus more on her own pleasure, I encouraged, "If you keep milking me like that, I'm going to cum soon."Seemingly inspired by the effect she was having on me, Amy began to lose herself in the moment, thrusting against me with a new-found. .right now. We'll wait until tonight." What? You two are planning to have sex together?" Mom started to look kind of nervous as if she wanted to make her escape. "I think I need to sit down." I can finish up," Rena said. She whispered in my ear. "Go sit with Mom. Flirt with her." I nodded although I wasn't sure what I was going to do."Let's go sit in the den, Mom." I grabbed her hand and she let me lead her. We had a reasonable amount of privacy there. We sat down on a love seat. I.