I’ll drink your come.’ Mal nodded in agreement and a moment later Annie’s warm, wet mouth was stretched around his cock head, sucking him with a...l the vigor she could muster. He discovered as she fellated him that her breasts sagged a bit. But not much as they weren’t very big, he estimated them as 34’s, perhaps a B-cup. Taking them in his hands as she drew his full length down her throat, her gave them a not too gentle squeeze and heard her moan appreciatively. Mal’s hands gradually explored. Blushing hefollowed her out of his room and into the kitchen.In the kitchen, she tied a lime green ruffled nylon apron around hiswaist and showed him how to prepare a simple chicken salad dinner.After eating she instructed him on cleaning up the dishes and kitchen.With the kitchen cleaned to her satisfaction, they sat on the livingroom couch where they watched an inane woman's talk show having tea.Evening tea was one of Dana's nightly rituals while she watchedtelevision. Jeremy didn't like tea. Both sets of leathers were still damp, making it rather like they were squirming into clingy second skins rather than armour. Not that he didn’t enjoy the view he had of the bard as she attempted to get her armour over her legs without accidentally exposing anything else.Making the decision to wait, instead of taking her up on her implicit offer was one of the most difficult things he’d ever done. She’d been there, half naked and gorgeous and grinding herself against his lap, and he had been. Kimberly grabbed with both hands and began rimming the prize with her tongue. Helen tried to pull her away at first, but Kimberly had insisted and her tongue had made its way slightly inside the tight orifice as she zenithed. Kimberly was bi, she was also a slut: She was no longer just fucking strangers, she was fucking her friends. She had started going to the bars as a transitional arrangement, only later did it become a habit. There had been an interval where she had considered this as a.