How do you feel about dying your hair red?”Lucy shrugged her shoulders and said, “I’ll dye it any color you want for the opportunity to be your ...ffice Whore.”“I just want it red, my little slut,” Clarence said.The next morning Lucy showed up bright and early and knocked on Clarence’s door. She stood before him with her newly dyed red hair, a short black skirt, a blue silk blouse with a zipper that was unzipped to show off her lovely tits. She wore black high heels that made her legs look long. . Although Mike and I enjoyed each other, we each had our eyes on girls, too. We would often talk about them, even at the end of one of our steamy afternoons together. (ESPECIALLY then! It always seemed like having sex with each other just made us even hornier.) There was a neighborhood girl (her name was Janine) that Mike thought was cute, while I was getting interested in Mike's developing sister, JoAnn. She and Janine were about the same age (11), and although Janine was probably the. This can’t be happening. And I am coming, a torrent running down his wrist, sighs and exclamations escaping my lips. I grab for his belt and pull urgently, he rubs up higher now, circling where it is pert and delicate. I pull open his fly and my hand works its way around him. In my mouth I feel him pulse and he is thrusting. On his knees he is leaned back with me above him. I wrap my arms around him and support his weight as he arches into my mouth. ‘I want you,” I say. And the words fall on. At the moment that my swollen organ penetrated her, I felt such a heat arising from her as slowly it slid down into her, and this continued, burning its way through my body to inflame every nerve ending and desire that I owned. Our dance of love reached heights I scarcely had known possible, exploding into starry space as we tipped over the edge of delight. I held her tightly, a slow and tender kiss, which was a slow fuse which once lit grew and grew until once more our bodies were ready and.