She gazed at me so sweetly and so lovingly, with her heart so open and trusting and with all of her emotions showing on her sleeve. God help me, and A...mber forgive me. One kiss. Just one, and she would get help. She would seek guidance to get back to the happy and healthy Cindy that we all loved. I couldn’t refuse such a small thing for such a big gain.“Okay,” I sighed.Having agreed to her demand, we both still hesitated for a moment as we drank in the realization of the line that we were both. One night as we were sitting around drinking, Greg asked me if I had any unfulfilled sexual fantasies. I had consumed several mixed drinks and two shots of tequila with Greg and a co-worker of his named Randy.Greg’s question came right on the heels of Randy disclosing he had an unfulfilled fantasy of being with a white woman.“Don’t get me wrong,” Randy had said, “I love my sexy sistas, but their demanding attitudes can be a put off.”How got on the subject of sexual fantasies was unbeknownst to. “I’ve started,” I said, feeling clever, “and I intend to finish!”I watch her as she looks at Dennis, who nods back to her, lifting his drink and leaning back into the chair, relaxing. His body language said “over to you!”I did not know what to do next. I knew I was ok with her breasts but I wanted to kiss her. As she faced her man, I pulled her back to me so that I could lift and feel both boobs. As she moved into me, my tool rubbed into her buttocks, or at least into the back of her thick. “Ow!” Jenny arched her back and struggled to break free but Claire’s weight on top of her made it impossible to do anything other than squirm. Claire trapped the girl’s lip between her own lips and pulled on it: revealing a row of pearly teeth underneath. She stretched out the lip like a slingshot and let it go with a wet sound. Jenny quickly pursed her lips and pouted. Claire smirked and stood back: sitting down on Jenny’s lower abdomen. She ran her hands through her hair and tied it up in a.