He whispered, “Good girl.” He lifted her head up and moved her hair out of the way, to kiss the H on the back of her neck. She turned her head, ...nd he kissed her, a good long kiss. He said, “Good girl,” again, and it felt like her heart was going to burst. That was the end of the soft and caring part. He pushed her back onto her knees, and she knew better than to let her ass touch anything. He stood in front of her and unbuttoned his jeans. She dared to look up and into his eyes, and saw. The tips of our tongues met and I couldn't help sliding my arms around her. It all felt good — her lips on mine, her body against mine, her leg between mine, everything. Her arms embraced me and I felt as well as heard her groan into our kiss. Her tongue began exploring a bit more and I could feel us both getting hotter. And then I realized it. It was nice kissing a girl and Alex was right, it might be fun to fool around with one. But I didn't really feel any passion for her. It was nice but. Knight said.I looked down to see the zipper on the front of my shorts was wide open. My hard cock pushed out the thin white material of my boxer briefs through the hole. She walked up the two steps to have her lips right in front of my cock. She pulled the strings on the side of her see through teddy. It fell to the ground around her slippers. She reached up to unbutton my shorts. She pulled them around my ankles. She then reached up to yank off my boxers. Her eyes got big when my cock sprang. Her nails became long and painted and her face was soon made up, though it was considerably more exaggerated and trashy that the woman before her. The eye shadow was dark blue and the lipstick blood red. Underneath the overdone make-up, her facial expression seemed to take on a vaguely less intelligent quality. Finally, after can after invisible can of hairspray applied itself to her bleached blonde hair, this woman looked like a real tramp. Sexy, but utterly classless. The woman in the last.