It wasn't that Dianna was a virgin. She readily admitted she wasn't. She was, however, a hopeless romantic, and to that end she wanted to feel like bo...th of them were "in love," not merely "in lust."And she certainly wasn't cold. Even though she wouldn't kiss him on their first date, and wouldn't even let him touch her boob under her clothes until their fifth date, once the barriers were breached she was as enthusiastic as he was. She just wanted to be sure before she allowed any further. They had been sexy female co-workers who had taken advantage of her need and she hadn't minded. She never resented them for it. In fact, she remembered that fondly, especially the chance to kneel, to serve, to submit to them and bring them pleasure with her mouth and tongue. Even so, none of them were as sweet as Aimee.Aimee's brain went into overdrive now, with a saucy Anglophile woman munching on her cunt like it was dessert and her own sexy fiancé, her bandmate Sam, the man who could drive. Joni waited until she was most fertile and then we went over to their house. Jeff and Joni went into the guest bedroom upstairs while Beth and I stayed in the living room. I felt sick, sick as hell. Beth and I tried to chat a little, but couldn’t really.Things were very quiet for a good while. We could hear footsteps and a little rustling every now and then. The bed would creek from time to time. They were up there for like 30 minutes before anything really got started, then the bed began to. She immediately moved to the side of the bed. Harry Junior stared at her, wide-eyed and wide-mouthed. This was like a dream come true. He had been laying naked on top of the covers, his fist was still on the cock he had been jacking off, thinking about this very thing!Ronnie doffed her robe and climbed onto the bed beside him. “You haven’t cum yet, have you?” she asked in a low voice.“Uh, uh, no,” he said with embarrassment.“Good, that leaves more for me. Remember, we have to keep the noise.