’ Jason hugged her with all his might and Betty felt herself swooning. It was all so ridiculous, a perfect stranger who could rip her clothes off an... minute. Yet, it all seemed so, so…inevitable, so right. ‘You’re a very beautiful woman, Bet.’ Jason smiled at his willing victim as she gently eddied in his arms. Indeed, with her blue eyes and reddish auburn hair illuminated by the half light she was quite lovely. ‘We-we—-can’t, I don’t know you.’ Betty uttered in a tiny whisper. ‘We have a. ”“Like what?”“Has she shared her fantasies with you?”“You mean, like being with multiple guys at the same time and stuff?”“So, you know.”“Yeah. When we first talked, that’s the stuff she brought up. She said you’d never agree to do anything like that.”“Well, she was right about that. Has she—have you guys—you know, done that already?”“Doug, you’re a good guy. Do you really want to know?”“No, not really. And I guess I have my answer.”“I told you before, I really hate that you’ve been the guy. I put it in my mouth, and began to suck it weakly. He ran his hand through my hair again, and I sucked harder, and running my tongue around his head. I kept playing with it, trying to swallow the entire thing. Then he began fucking my mouth, and I felt his cock slide down my throat. It was nice. I moaned and felt him become more hard. "Fuck me please," I said to him, pulling him out of my mouth. He nodded and I stood up, jumping onto the bed. "69 first," he said to me, pushing me down and. I could feel myself getting wet, and I carefully picked her up. Not breaking our kissing, I sat down on the couch, with her on top of me. She didn’t protest. Her tongue traced the outside of my bottom lip, and she pressed down against me. I was getting wetter every second, and feeling her tits pressing into mine wasn’t exactly improving my self-control. I knew she could feel my nipples hardening and pressing into her. My breath was quickening, and so was hers. Her hands slipped down and.