Can I see what type of rings you have?”As he walked with us to this display case, “We have the best assortment of rings and bars in town, but we r...commend you wear a bar until the piercing heals, then exchange it for whatever you want.”“Is that really required to do it that way?”“Well, no, I guess they are your tits and you can do with them what you want, but we have to tell you what we think is best and not sure the boss will allow it.”She browsed through the various rings but finally agreed. “That was…” “I know," he says when I trail off, still smiling widely at me. I laugh and shake my head. “I can’t believe--” “Me either," he comments, not letting me finish and we both laugh. Our waiter interrupts our humor fit to see if we need anything more for the evening. We each order a second beer and our waiter returns in record time with opened bottles. “I really like your shoes,” Ethan says with a smirk. “Wish we could have kept those on.” My jaw drops a little and my sex throbs at. " No, really, I agree with you," John said. "I didn't realize what a bad sport he is. It makes me mad too," he said, explaining the bet they had made that morning."That's unfair," Tom protested. "You have no chance." Oh, I think I'll manage," John said with a grin. "But that's not important now. Would you really like to get back at him somehow?" Yeah, I suppose I would," Tom replied. "Even though he's really my best friend, he needs to learn a lesson. Why, do you know something I don't?" Well,. Spooning gives us the much-needed break, and we both start wanting more. Thrusts getting faster, breathing getting shallower, we decide to get into the plow. Without him leaving my pussy, we twirl in a smooth motion as I swing my legs over his shoulders, I feel him get a little deeper, hitting the front side of my pussy as he leans in and pushes my legs towards me. I scratch the insides of his thighs and fondle his balls, rubbing my clit with the other hand while he gives my pussy undivided.