Fill me up, Daddy, please!”Jake smiled, shifting his hips to slide his shaft down along her slit. “I can do that,” he whispered, reaching down b...tween them.He hardly had to guide himself at all. Petra’s pussy was so wet, so ready, and so eager that the head of his head slipped between her folds as if it belonged there. They both moaned with pleasure at the sensation.Jake pushed in slowly, watching Petra’s face the whole time. He’d only had sex with a virgin once before, many years ago. He was a. That however, required that he bend over -- which removed much of his front from her back.“This would be easier in bed.”“From this state,” she replied, “you have to help.” She had the jeans down too far to walk. He could have carried her to bed -- cave-man image, but he knelt in front of her to remove her shoes, jeans, and panties. Then, since he was right there anyway, he kissed her mound and sniffed the aroma which said that she was interested. When he let her go, she went to bed. He took off. When I heard Chris moan, I looked over at him on impulse. He had just jizzed all over the Bobbing Girl and she was licking it up like it was maple sirrup. She loved that shit too much, as far as I could tell. It looked like she was acting in one of those over-done pornos. Chris obviously wasn't complaining, as he came in her eye again. I looked back at The Dancer and she smiled at me. It was the nicest smile I'd seen all night and it made me feel warm inside. Kinda like how strong whisky makes. . I kind of ... I kind of liked it.”Her mouth silently formed the same three words again. “Oh My God!”Her mouth closed and then widened into a smile.“You’re smiling,” she said.I wondered why she said that about me when she was the one who was smiling. Then I put my fingers back on my mouth and realized that she was right. I was smiling.“You like him? You like Lance? I thought you said you hated him.”“I said that, didn’t I? Maybe I was wrong. He is very cute. I’m feeling so confused.”“He’s.