“Would you rather be on your own?” I asked in all seriousness. He smiled “Sorry was I neglecting you?” With that he stood up and pushed the ...coffee table to one side. The now probably just right for drinking tea, split over the rim of the cups as the table stuttered over the deep pile carpet. I amazingly wondered for a second if I should take a quick slurp. With his trousers around his ankles, George performed a kind of penguin walk back over to me. He then knelt in front of me, pulled my. “OK,” she said. “I can put on some of my music. You might like it.” Her big brown eyes fixed on me for a moment keenly. Then she looked down. “See you then” she said and walked off with a distinct lightness of step I thought.It happened as I had hoped. We walked back to her place and she put her music on. She was obsessed with Kate Bush. I quite liked Kate Bush too so I really got into it. We exchanged a few words about university but soon ran out of anything to say. We sat together on the. I shuddered, moaned. I didn't even notice the river washing us onto shore. I broke the kiss, screaming out my wordless ecstasy as her pussy milked out every bit of my cum from my girl-dick.“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasped. “Oh, you wonderful futa.” She stared down at me, drops of water glittering like diamonds as they ran down her blue skin. Her big tits swayed. “You gave me your seed.”“The sweetest payment ever,” I panted, trembling as her pussy's spasming died on my futa-dick.Then she kissed me. Trish’s head popped up out of the water in front of me, her breasts just touching my own, “Hi Ange, this is fun,” she gave me a quick kiss and was gone again. My lips burned and I was shocked, I even felt embarrassed, I’d never been kissed by a girl before. I climbed the steps from the pool and went to find a towel. I was drying my hair when a hand landed on my shoulder, instinctively, I knew it would be Trish.“I’m sorry Ange, did that bother you?”I turned around, I meant to tell her that yes.