" "Filthy cock loving whore, what a cockslut." "Sissy bitch looks so fucking girly too" I was getting lost in the moment, ramming that big cock in ...e harder and faster and getting turned on like crazy hearing all the dirty things they were saying about me and couldn't help but join in. "I love cock. I love cock so fucking much. I adore it. I worship it. I crave it. I'm such a dirty little cock loving, cum hungry slut, I'm a fucking whore, and I love it." All the gurls loved my slut talk,. After a few songs he started playing a song I recognized but couldn’t quite remember the name. It was a slow bluesey-jazzy kind of number and after a few more bars the tune started coming to me. I started mouthing the words as they came to me and then began singing along softly. Amy took my hand and stood me up, leading me to a small section of parquet floor to one side of the piano. I held her as respectfully as my growing infatuation allowed and we swayed slowly in time to the rhythm.“You. It was chilly in the hall but neither of us seemed to care. I pressed myself close to him and kissed him like my life depended on it, closing my eyes, taking in every sensation, the heat of his skin, the smell of his aftershave, the texture of his lips. I unhooked his flies and slipped my hand inside of his boxer shorts. He was hard and rearing to go and I had to swallow the saliva gathering in my mouth. He pulled my knickers down and I kicked off my shoes. I was standing in the middle of a. " I told him. "Put them away and come down to lunch. Your mother is waiting on us. I want you to go down and thank her for inviting me to live with you, OK?"They both grinned like idiots and nodded agreement. As we walked down the hall, I pulled the jersey over my head. It fit me like a tent. It came down to the backs of my calves in back, but my breasts held the front up so it just came to my knees. The short sleeves came down to my forearms and the neck was so wide that it slipped off one.