Finally, we bumped into each other in the hallway and Melissa asked me if she could take me for a cocktail after work. I hesitated because I needed to...end things with the 30-year-old virgin first."Besides, you're only asking me because you like my fat tongue," I said with a sly smile.Just as I finished that last syllable, Melissa leaned over and, using only the tip of her tongue I would get to know intimately, outlined my lips in such a way that my cock created an undeniable bulge in my jeans. Pointing and telling the stories that went with their name. He slung an arm around her as he pointed up, and Amber felt a moment of unease. But he continued talking and she kept her discomfort to herself. His arm felt strong around her small frame and she felt warmth rise in her cheeks.They were next to the last barn now, the ranch house a distant twinkle of lights, the music soft in her hears. "Finally, there is Polaris. The North Star. It leads you to true North and is one of the brightest. He loved herivory complexion, the way her little nose looked, and the fullness ofher lips. He loved the way her brows were arched to highlight her eyes.Once again he pulled down the panty he was wearing and found he had avagina as well. The back of his mind started to wonder if maybe he wasstill dreaming. But even that thought seemed silly to him.Putting on the pink shower cap he saw, and making sure to get everystrand of his blond hair securely covered, he stepped in to the shower.The warm. The other did the clitty strokes.“Fuck Joe,” she finally moaned, pushing their plates aside, hers half finished. “Just fuck me.”She spread herself open on the table. He stood behind her, thrusting powerfully in, but slowly. Moving faster. One hand remained on her clit. The other holding her hip. Pulling her to him. Her hands groped her nipples. She moaned quietly. Thrusting back at him, she demanded even faster and harder. They just let go and fucked.“God!” she moaned. “Almost there.”“Me too,”.