It was like the air was knocked out of my stomach. I was having trouble hearing and the world started to swim."Cas?"Okay, I was quiet too long and she...got worried."Sorry. You're right. It wouldn't be fair to this girl to purposefully make the date go bad or anything. I couldn't do that to someone else. I will give it my best effort, I promise." Great. I knew I could count on you. Now, she has the same lunch as us but sits with some of the smart kids at another table. You need to go ask her out. Is choot ne bahut pareshan kiya hai….”I removed her red nighty and there she was in her red netted bra and red thong, I can see her choot thru her net thong, I started kissing her again, on her neck, ears, earlobes, I bit her lips, ears, then I went a bit low and took her one boob out of her bra and oh gosh her brown nipples were so hard, I just took her nipps in my mouth and bit them a little and she moaned aaahhhhhhhhh….. I was pressing her other boob with my one hand and she was moving her. Before long, I'm deepthroating this delicious mystery meat, getting thoroughly facefucked, my eyes watering, a set of hairy balls slapping against my chin. I'm pinching my nipples and squeezing my massive breasts together. After about five minutes of vigorous thrusting on his part and sucking on mine, the stranger lets out a groan and blasts his load against the back of my throat. "Fucking slut," I hear him mutter as he exits the booth. It's true, I am a major slut. I hungrily swallow every. Amy suggested we play another game.Amy: Well, it’s a kissing game, and it’s called ‘X marks the spot’.Me: Okay. What are the rules?Amy: We each take turns kissing each other somewhere on our partner. The person receiving the kisses keeps one particular spot in mind. And the other person has to keep kissing them until they guess correctly!Me: Oooh!Amy: Whoever has the least number of guesses is the winner.Me: This sounds like an interesting game.I know Amy really likes kissing. But I never.