I was surprised to see that Jezebel was wearing a bra but I was sure that it was for my benefit so I just smiled and started to kiss her cleavage. I c...uld smell her favorite perfume between her tits because it was my favorite perfume too. I reached for her mini skirt and pushed it down her hips. I considered hooking her panties with my thumbs and taking them both down together but I didn’t. As I reached the floor with my hands my face reached her crotch. That same familiar smell was there too. He must be six-four, maybe even six-five and my god, he made me feel everything he had on me. Height, weight, strength. Even his confidence eclipsed mine.I can’t forget. The memory taunts me night after night, torturing me with what could have been. I know it’s counter-productive but I don’t stop myself dreaming about the way he touched me. Touched probably isn’t the right word. Grabbed. Scratched. Ravaged. Reached in and took everything I could give and then some more too. There’s something. Now "I" knew what he'd meant by his answer too, and I KNEW the area he was talking about or that he'd left out as doing better so far, was of course his sex life! At that point I sort of half turned to face him, and I placed my hand on his bare leg. I knew he could feel my tit pressing against his arm, and I could see the bulge in the crotch of his shorts as I started talking again! I kind of made a joke of things then, as I told him what he needed was to forget about love and all that other. Kissing, sucking, stroking. That, I figured, I could do for a day. I was not going to manage another 4-loads-in-one-day.Not that bunny wasn't hot. I was absolutely willing to give it the old college try. I just didn't think I had that much jizz left. I didn't think I had that much liquid of any kind left.Then bunny pulled away and got on his knees. Bunny and baby began sucking my dick and nuts together, alternating who got what while I moaned and groaned. I was becoming an expert at the moaning.