I decide on a scarlet lace bra and no panties. Go big or go home, right? Over this I pull a low cut burgundy top and an almost, but not quite too shor...t black miniskirt. I do my makeup smoky and golden, with a dark burgundy lip. I check the time; it’s 9:50. ‘Let’s go get laid.’ I say to my reflection, smirking. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It’s half eleven, smoke, humidity and vodka making my head spin. I am already on. .." I trailed off, shaking my head and hoping for an interruption from CJ that didn't come. "Are we?" I started, not really sure what word to put next to "we"."Dating?" CJ offered soberly. "Going out? Boyfriend / Girlfriend? Sweethearts?" he finished lightheartedly. I nodded, raising my eyebrows, validating CJ's surmise."You are all I can think about. Beard and I have done that ropes course a lot. And we always have a great time. But I didn't want to go back out there without you." God, you're. As I'm lying on the bed naked with a beer in one hand and my cock in the other Bob said let me get undressed and have some fun too. He layed beside me and we cuddled. Both of our cocks were once again standing at attention. As he rolled over on his right side facing me he began running his hands from my nipples to my cock. He asked if I enjoyed our earlier session as much as he did and complimented me on being a quick learner. I thanked him for his patience and guidance. As I rolled over to. She pushed herself down not far off the base of the thick-veined pole and did a kind of waggling move with her head, which seemed to drive her husband crazy. His throat released a constricted groan as his wife gurgled on his shaft. Even in her embarrassment Rachel loved it – the intensity of pleasure Reece was taking from his bride, the freedom of sexual expression in which Kyla was indulging. She watched in dazed amazement as Miss Frutchey came off her lover’s dick and pumped its.