Normally, when you're grasping each other and rubbing your bodies together, the excitement builds rapidly, until all you want to do is get to the main...event. But Eva didn't make love like she ate. It was the opposite, in fact. Dessert was those kisses, uncountable in the sense that all I wanted to do was keep kissing her, over and over again.At one point she pulled away and slumped."Oh yeah," she sighed. "I've really missed that."She reached out and started unbuttoning my shirt, slowly, pulling. She considers his offer because she’s parked a few blocks away on Munsey Lane, devoid of street lights and the scene of a mugging not too long ago. ‘Sure, I’d like that,’ she says. ‘Thanks.’ Once outside, she takes notice of his height. About five-foot ten, she estimates. Not a big guy, though obviously bigger and stronger than she. If attacked, she’d feel safer with him than alone. They walk a half block, turn a corner, then walk another block, then turn another corner, then take one more. I slowly climbed down. Climbed to the middle berth and lied on my front. I was feeling shy to pull down my shorts. I also had to pull down my panties to reveal the butterfly. I loosened the knot of my shorts. The guys were on the top birth waiting to see my tattoo. My hands were shivering and I was not able to even pull my shorts down. The guys were somehow patient. I am sure all of them had a massive hard-on by now. I very slowly pulled my shorts down. I knew my panty was blocking the. It felt horny and my pussy was so wet. He took me into the bedroom where we fucked for a quite a while. Afterwards, we chatted about things and I told him how Martin had felt. I decided to call Martin and tell him I had a surprise for him and to come home as soon as possible.Steve hid in the spare bedroom as soon as we heard his car pull onto the driveway. I had showered and dressed in a jumper and skirt and waited in our bedroom. As Martin walked in I told him to strip to his boxers. He.