She returnedshortly carrying a bag and handed it to me. "For you," was all she said.I slowly opened the bag. I knew its contents without peering insid... but Imade a big show of it as I looked in. A dress was at the top of the heapfolded expertly by Darla herself. "What am I supposed to do with this?" I asked in a state of panic. "You're supposed to wear it," she replied not mincing any words. If Icould, I'd still be holding my breath. "Darla, I'm not so sure this whole thing is a good idea," I. Duncan gave her one more chance. "You are sure about this, aren't you?" he asked in all seriousness."What do you fucking think?" laughed Carol as she put her arse on the bed and spread her legs invitingly.Her wetness had been increasing since Duncan had entered the room but Duncan put his head between her legs and gave her cunt some licks to make sure. She twisted her backside on the bed and said, "Please take me now," and Duncan had his cock at her entrance and slowly moved inside her.It took. Her pussy tasted really salty and knew it was from her pussy being so warm that it had to be sweat mixed with her juice. When I sucked on her opening the juice wasn't real thin and watery like it has always been when she was clean. I sucked on her hard and the juice was very slick and thicker than ever before and I could tell that she was creaming in my mouth.It was so sexy feeling her swollen pussy against my face and it felt like it was made of sexy little pillows and her pelvic bone wasn't. She had decided she wanted him. But this morning she feels cheap, ashamed for encouraging him. She wishes she had said, "Do you mind!" when he had first laid his hand on her butt. But how could she have done other than she had, her thoughts unravelled as they were by the compelling aura of his quintessential masculinity, his heartthrob, razor looks? She recalls his moist breath on her ear when he leaned close to speak to her over the din of music.His mouth so close, she had wanted to turn to.