All I could do was sit there and take it. Gigi was pounding hard on my cock. I grabbed hold of her waist, just like I did when I was fucking her in th... ass earlier that afternoon, and let her go at it. She rode my cock for a good four or five minutes, lost in her own world of pleasure. I literally sat back and enjoyed the show as her ass and titties were jiggling and flopping to her sexy motion. Gigi finally eased up on her hard fucking and pulled up off of my cock. She had us basically switch. I do remember that Emily tasted like peppermint and cloves. I remember the way her hand felt when she reached out and took mine from my lap. I remember her smell being exotic and mouth watering, and I remember the wet feeling between my legs after that kiss.The following evening I took Emily out to dinner at a fancy restaurant, and then to a movie. In the darkness of the theatre I put my hand on her knee and rubbed my nails slowly along the inside of her leg. I could tell she was enjoying. It was mid-afternoon, and he had just returned from a grueling morning of conjuring. More than anything else it was hardest subject for him to grasp. While he excelled in the metaphysical arts partly from his own experience, the less familiar arts of the west were a challenging and exhausting. Unlike the metaphysics where one gained energy, the practice of conjuring required stamina. He decided he'd meditate for awhile and then continue his biology assignment. Brysodine believed that the study. Of course, after that filling meal and plenty of wine, the parents headed off for their traditional head clearing walk. That left the Roberts sisters and I alone and a bit uncomfortable. Jennie seemed to be resigned to not speaking to me and I was okay with that. But then, all of the sudden, a Chevy El Camino pulls into the driveway and out climbs Bob England, Mr. Surfer and heartthrob of all the girls at our high school. And he's here to see Jennifer!Jennie has this clever smirk on her face.