" I'm terrible, aren't I? Even out on this romantic ride, all I think about is my pussy. How am I not going to become a slut, Brian? I'm so scared ...... and still so excited." Shh. Lover, you won't become a slut because you know how much we all love you and respect you. Liz, honest to God, I do love you and respect you." She rubbed her head back against my shoulder and was quiet. At one point I thought she might be crying. I just wanted to hold and take care of this dear friend who seemed. About ten minutes later, we were cuddled in bed, with my arm carefully around Clarissa’s waist. She snuggled back against me and put her hand on mine. A few seconds later, she gently moved it to cup her small breast.“It’s going to end up there anyway,” she whispered. “Just as it did last night.”“You don’t have to do that,” I protested.“I’ll just pretend you’re a girl!” she laughed softly.“Goofball!” I chuckled.January 16, 1983, McKinley, Ohio“Why?” I asked early on Sunday morning.“I realized it. Lets to what ever we like with each other until the movie and I wont regret it. I promise!”. Hearing this I just let my dick takeover the steering wheel again .I slowly parted her lips with my thumb and she gave me a soft bite to my thumb. I couldn’t resist anymore, I grabbed the back of her head and locked her lips with mine with such lust that nothing was soft about that kiss. Our tongues were wrestling with each others while our lips shifted rapidly to takeover each other’s. She too put her. ."She crumpled on the bed, the searing orgasm stealing the energy she had to scorch her mind. She jerked her hips around the large phallus. She burned for minutes.Slowly the lava receded, leaving a glowing pool behind. Cassandra sunk to the bottom, luxuriating in the warmth.Sooo goood... She hand a hand lightly over the lingerie sitting on the end of her bed.I thought I threw that out yesterday.Her hand stayed on the 'candi' embossed on the bra. She picked up the garment, slowly pushing herself.