"You should never play poker," you say softly when there is a lull in the conversation. I blush and stammer out why and you reply, "Your face is a dea... give away. Why don’t you just kiss me and see where that leads us." There is a sweet smile on your face, as I slip my arm around your shoulder and pull you closer. "Mmm, your sweater must be warm, it’s so soft," I murmur into your hair. I feel a soft kiss on my neck that leads to a few more; you are making it hard to breathe and sending tingles. When I got there I saw her just coming out of her house, followed by a guy, an adult, a big man with a smug look about him. I braked my bike at her driveway and she waved to me. She came over to me and pointed out the bushes that she wanted trimmed. Then she patted me on the head, turned and went with the guy to his fancy car. I watched them drive off, that guy with my girl. I thought that I would die. I felt bitter and betrayed.I hacked at her bushes, did a half-assed job of it and then went. The girls thought I was pretty good when we used to practice on each other."Well, there was an idea. I stripped off and lay flat on my front as ordered, waiting while she gathered a few bits and pieces together. I thought I knew what I was letting myself in for. I thought that a back rub would be pleasant, and I was vaguely looking forward to the fondling and the sex that I suspected might follow after. If she could get me in the mood, maybe a bit of 'relief' would be a good idea after all.It. My cunt accepted the intrusion easily, I gasped as the cool fruit cock slid past my grasping cunt muscles, until I had just the stalk end to hold onto.By now Alice was fucking her cunt with the bottle hard and fast, her moans mingling with the slapping of the bottle against her, her copious juices oozing down the main body of the bottle. The tableau was such a turn on as I started fucking myself, the curved head of the banana scraping at my g spot making the whole experience a delicious,.