I grinned to show him I wasn't grossed out, and the look in his eyes showed that he hoped that would not be the last kiss. I could take it or leave it... but decided then that I would be willing to kiss him again since it apparently meant that much to him. I would even do it with a pretend passion."Let's get undressed," I suggested, pulling my shirt off. Tommy smiled and practically tore his clothes off, and was completely nude while I was still pulling my shoes off, my pants down around my. " How many guys have you had --" I don't remember. A hundred. Two hundred. Nobody, not one of them, ever asked me that before." I'm asking. I want to know what makes you happy. I don't want to imagine it --" All the others, all they ever wanted was to satisfy their cocks, to shove them down my throat, up my pussy, or in my ass. Not that I ever minded it, 'cause I like them every which way. But you're the first one ever, ever, to want to know what gets me turned on." By this time, tears were. I twirled my straw around and looked up at him after taking a swallow. “White Russian.” I hollered back at him. “But it seems to be lacking cream.” I smiled shrewdly at him and took another sip. I turned again to the table, took another sip and set my drink down on the bar table. My phone rings and I slide it out of my pocket and flip the top up. Joanne was on the line but I could barely hear her so I ducked backed behind the jacket and next to the pillar. “Where are you?” I yelled into the. She found that she didn't. She didn't mind at all. It would be nice. Everything was nice.She shrugged and shook her head and kept on giggling."I was hoping you'd feel that way!" Jim exclaimed.Then he bent her over his desk, pulled up her skirt and finished greasing her asshole. It felt nice. Gretchen liked it.And then his hard dick was sliding between her ass cheeks, pushing against her hole. It wasn't easy. It hurt a little, but in a nice way. Gretchen twitched and giggled and breathed in the.