She trembled, wrapping her fingers into his hair, pushing his head down, taking the initiative. She felt his lips parted against her thigh, his tongue...brushing her skin, and she closed her eyes, breathing in slowly. "Yes... your girlfriend is just a little slut," she whispered, licking her lips slowly as he began to kiss upwards towards the bottom of her shorts. "I wanted that man to wrap his arms around me, to grope and squeeze my tits..." "Such a dirty girl, fantasizing being touched by. No fucking way. “Yeah, you?”“Totally, I’ve got all their albums, and I saw them live a few years back when they were on tour.”“Lucky.”“Yeah, Alex is fucking sexy as hell.” She giggled to herself.“Hm. I guess if I were a chick I’d do him,” I murmured.“What?”“Nothing. Nothing.” I turned the music up some. Did she hear that? The fuck was I thinking. Stupid. But she likes the music I’m into. Go figure.The snow was starting to come down heavy now. I hit the windshield wipers and cranked the heat on. So, anyway, he's always after me to loosen up, that I should recognize that I have a beautiful body. That I'm desirable, sexy, attractive. Well, I've tried. Well, I've kind of tried. It's not easy. I was brought up to be a fine, wholesome young lady. Now, married, I'm supposed to be a slut. Like Roseanne Jameson in eighth grade. She was a slut. I think she had every seventh and eighth grade boy's dick in her mouth, maybe with the exception of, oh, what was his name, he was such a... , well who. She's been recently fucked! It's all puffy.' Jenna pulled her lips off mine and laughed, 'It doesn't surprise me Angel, what with her Daddy.' They soon went back at me, and Angel started rimming my cunt on the dance floor. Guys were stood about us now, laughing and shouting at us. Her tongue felt so good though! Soon I was no longer dancing, I was stood awkwardly, with my knees facing inwards and my arse out, trying to get more of her tongue. Angel came up for air, 'I like her Jenna, she is.