It's so heavy." Lisa jerked her hand away from him and said, "That's so gross," but she didn't mean it. Terry had been silent the whole time. He sat n...xt to her on the couch and said, "Lisa, come on, humor the boys. Show them your tits," and he firmly pulled her baggy t-shirt over her head. Before she could object, he had unfastened her bra. She was naked from the waist up. Terry's party wasn't going quite the way Lisa had expected. She had imagined trash talking with a few guys, maybe a little. I groaned, savoring how wicked I felt. I was so naughty. A slut. It was wonderful. I shuddered, gulping down as much of it as I could. My mouth popped off his dick, my tongue swirling about my lips.“Shit,” he groaned, then quickly shoved his cock back in. “Shit, you need to clean up. Get down to the bathroom. You got cum and spit dripping down your mouth.” He shook his head, regret on his face. “And don't you speak a word of this to anyone, whore.”“I won't,” I promised. I pulled my fingers out. I walked back to the living room and he looked up, smiled, and said, "Ready?" I had a little difficulty getting to the car because I was trying to swat away Taylor's hands from my ass the whole time. In the car, I saw a huge bulge in the crotch of his pants. I smiled and congratulated myself for knowing his tastes and how long he would want to fuck me for. When we got to the park, he led me to our private bench. It's in a secluded spot but every where you stood, someone could see you. He pulled. I'm not in love with her, or Ida, for that matter, but she is the kind of woman who can be so loving that after I am away from her, her essence clings to me, like some kind of exotic fragrance. I love her, but she doesn't need to hear that stuff all the time. Dulce says good fucking is enough for her." "I want you to fuck me, Roger, I'm not being coy..." He kissed me again. Maybe yoga makes you a better kisser? Who knows? It was one of those kisses that a lot of guys wish they did or maybe brag.