“Please, Stephen.” He resisted me, upset no doubt at my wild and insensitive words, so I pressed my lips firmly against his, probed insistently wi...h my tongue until eventually his lips fell open and I was free to dart back and forth about his soft tongue and sharp teeth.I swallowed him whole; sucked him into me, made our bodies as one as my fingers slid frantically along the length of his gradually stiffening shaft and delved between the sloppy wet entrance of my eagerly waiting pussy.I fucked. "Opening up the robe just enough to show a hint of cleavage, Meagan asked, "You were staring at my boobs awfully hard that day. Are you telling me that you want to get a look at them while I'm wearing the robe that normally covers them up?"Peter's cock was already starting to bulge, but when he spoke, his cock started to throb under his own robe. "Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. I want you to show me more of your tits so my cock will get big and hard for this fake argument that your mother. It’s like when you ride your bike down a steep hill and you feel like you’re gonna wipe out any second but you don’t and your heart’s beating a million miles an hour and you’re scared outta your gizzard but it feels so GOOD!”Jenny laughed a bit at that. More of a tomboy than Paula, Jenny understood all about scaring herself to have fun. Paula had a tiny bit of tomboy to her, too, so Jenny knew she could take her friend’s explanation to heart.“Paula, is Paul your, um ... your boyfriend?”Paula. After all, I’m pretty strange to her.”“Yes, you are,” Amélie replied, “being black and all.” As she spoke Amélie drew her hand down Sandrine’s flank under her shift. Sandrine chuckled. Her chuckle turned to a murmur of approval as Amélie’s hand passed across her bottom and lingered for a moment.“Yes, I am,” said Sandrine. “Definitely black.”Amélie kissed her and the two were silent as they prolonged the contact. There was no need for fancy gestures or energetic ones. They were experienced.