" she hissed. My hands grasped her small tits and I milked them to the pierced tips. She threw her head back and cried out. "Come on fuck your Goth b...tch.... come on. Use my cunt. Cum in me. I want your cum..." she was urging me on, her rhythm increasing all the time. Our bodies were slapping together, her beautiful small breasts bouncing and dancing in the soft light of her room. I wasn't sure if all her talk was real or just bravado. "Can I cum inside you...?" I managed to blurt out. . But whatdo you think would be a suitable name for him now?"The three women banded about name after name and laughed over most ofthem. But finally, Mel cut to the chase. After hearing name aftername, one of them struck a note that she really liked. "That's it,"she declared. "I've decided." What?" both her guests asked at the same time.Mel put a teasing look on her face. "I'm not going to tell you." What?" the two girls said together."I think I'll let him tell you himself."Cassie and Sandy. And your mom is very lucky.”I could only nod, deep in thought, trying to wrap my mind around the implications of what she’d just told me.“You’ve got to promise me something, Paul,” she said, taking my right hand between both of her own and waiting until I looked at her. She held my eyes with hers. “You’ve got to promise me that you’ll never tell your mom that I told you what I’m about to tell you.”“O-o-okay,” I stammered.“Say it.”“I promise. I’ll never breathe a word of it.”“Yesterday, she came. “We walked into a little restaurant holding hands,” Melody continued. “Along the waterfront we held hands. We had to help each other hold the books we wanted to look at in the bookstore because we wouldn’t let go of hands. I’m not saying we didn’t do anything else. There was kissing and some petting, but I just loved holding her hand.”“How can someone who seems so innocent be so damn sexy?” Lissa asked.“Oh, I think that’s easy,” I said. “When Mel and I got together that first weekend, we had.