"What are you looking for?" I asked.She reached over the table between us, bringing her head inches from mine.I could feel her hot breath wafting on m... face. It smelled mostly of alcohol with hints of strawberry and some other fruity flavour,probably from the gloss on her lips."You tell me." She whispered as she brushed my lips with hers; just a touch not lingering more than a few seconds.It was one of the most sensual feelings I've ever felt. She sat back down, never breaking eye contact with. I would have begged her for a date, had she not been so clearly out of my league. Many a night her face and perfect body had figured prominently in my orgasm. She had been a year ahead of me, a perfect princess, a prom queen runner-up, destined for glory.She didn't look that glorious now. She was wearing a too-tight halter-top that displayed her primary assets admirably. She wore Daisy Duke cut-offs and high heels and carried a leopard skin handbag. Her once-gorgeous hair looked a little greasy. To help him relax I turned the TV back on to the porn channel and put on the same movie and started to watch it with interest, my cock soon growing erect at the action on screen. For the moment I didn't look towards Richard but I could sense he was relaxing, when I looked out of the corner of my eye I could see the bulge in his towel had returned in fact it had grown a lot larger. Soon we were both stroking our cocks, nothing too obvious yet just sort of testing the water. Then on the screen a. But she thought she should put up some resistance. She pushed his shoulders but ended up pulling him down and kissed him as he started fucking and fucking that greasy quim. She was leaking around his cock down into her virgin ass. Tom had never wanted to fuck it. He thought that was dirty. With the cum tickling her ass hole she dreamed of doing that. Humping back against his huge cock she could not stop cumming. He screwed her like she was a whore he had bought and paid for, and she enjoyed it..