You close your eyes and we kiss. Your first kiss, the kiss you will never forget. The kiss you were saving for the man you would marry. I keep it soft... and tender. I don't want you to feel too overwhelmed. I hold your cheek in my hand, to steady and comfort you. As we smooch, I playfully flick my tongue out and lick your lips a couple of times. On the third your own tongue is there to meet it. Oral ecstasy! We break and I peer deeply into your eyes. You look straight back at me, lips simpering.. When I went to slide into the shower stall, which surprisingly had a locking door, she told me to first slip into the booth with Sharon, the one who had such high morals.“Sharon has never had a guy that had any stamina or a dick which could scratch her itch. She needs to get fucked, long and hard. Her being a bitch was because it got Sharon hot the instant your long dick came into view. She fell back on the only thing she knows how to do without needing any thought. I think you bitch-slapped. I'll think about it," I replied.And think about it I did. Clearly this wasn't going to accomplish whatDr. Westerman advised, since I'd still have to do every bit as muchrehearsing for Kath's part. But Cindy's part, I mused - maybe I shouldback out of that role instead. It would free me up to concentrate moreof my attention on my best friend. But it proved to be very hard for meto let go of that amazing opportunity - and I'd already learned thepart. But it had to be done. So I went to Mr. Nelson. It was black and she opened the book and flipped through while pacing slowly across the floor. Tina lowered her eyes and watched the other like a hawk! Reading something from the book, Mistress Lisa suddenly stopped and asked something of the other woman. I saw the mouth move in answer but it was evidently not correct because the Mistress smiled, shook head and picked up a clothespin. Grabbing the soft, somewhat deflated large breast closest to her, she lifted it while talking to the older.