" So what do you tell 'em?" If I said we were married, it would be close to the truth as my heart knows it. But I don't want to put Jenn in a box." Yo... put Jenn on a pedestal," I said. "Let's get dressed and go have breakfast." I paused, watching his eyes. "And church. We will go to church."Breakfast was at a little family-owned diner. Good food. Good coffee. The place was crowded but they were able to handle it well. We chatted about everything we saw around us. Bert never wanted to hear me. Damien knew this was his only chance. He touched her face and closed the space between their lips. The kiss lasted about five seconds ,then Jenna pulled away. We cant, she mumbled, getting out of the car. He was only a step behind her on the stairs. When they got into the apartment, damien stepped in front of her and put his hands on her waist. Jenna stared up at him, unsure of what to do. He leaned down and kissed her again. This kiss was longer, much longer. Probably about two minutes. Jenna. I followed the material, kissing as I went; planting my lips over bare skin until I had reached the waistband of her panties. My nose was already filling with the sweet smell of her arousal and I found myself already wetting my thighs in this situation. I looked up into her eyes, my lips still planted against her skin and I thrilled when she rewarded me with a smile. I slid my hands up her bare legs and gripped the sides of her panties, slowly pulling them down, giving each inch of her exposed. It didn't help that we were both standing at a telephone in the hallway of our parents' houses, but she told me a few of the things that they had got up to at Sian's.They had realised fairly quickly that with only one man, they would have to be quite inventive. They had done quite a lot of riding Adrian two at a time, one on his cock and one on his face, and, to give his tongue time to recover, they had also got skilled at one eating another out while the first one was being fucked from.