"I don't think I want to be found messing around in Bianca's folks' rooms, even WITH an invite." She grimaced, eyeing Bianca. "I will, though, if you ...hink you need it, Hon."Bianca flicked a shy glance at Pete, "I think I'll be all right." Oh, yeah, yeah!" Hands up, Pete declared total innocence. "I just have to get this done!" Turning to the Wench, he added, "Bianca's actually the perfect choice -- either one of the combatants might set out to screw... Uh, sorry!"The Wench and Bianca shared a. She gasped at her discovery, adding additional fingers and smearing my juices up and around my pussy and labia, sliding her digits back and forth over my tingling clit and back down to my cunt. She dipped her fingers into my juices and brought her hand out and smeared my goo over my nipple, returning and collecting more to adorn my other teat. I watched in what seemed like slow motion as she leaned forward and licked off my lubricating juices off each breast, I tipped towards her hungry mouth. For instance, she likes to dance and sing, and I’m into sports, though I’m not a tomboy. One thing we DO have in common, though, is our love for shopping. We could spend hundreds of dollars on clothes at any time if we had the money. Both of us like to look good. Most of the time we do. At least she does. She could make anything look wonderful. She is so sweet, too. Whenever we see each other we give a big hug, and she squeezes me around my middle. It’s the best thing ever! All I want to do is. **This is a stand-alone story.** For those who have been following along, this is the fourth in the series. I return to the romantic and sensual here, so if you’re expecting a quick story about fucking, you will probably get restless with the long build-up. Once again this story represents several different real-life events combined into one night. Enjoy. ——— Gravel crunched under my truck’s tires as we slowly crawled up the side of the mountain. The sun was setting behind us, rose and orange.