Then it’s up to you,” she said with a grin.“Oh no, you don’t, Kara Anne Blanchard. You are not making me responsible for you behaving badly! O...her than kisses, and occasional teasing, if you want more, you’ll have to ask for it. Explicitly. I’m not going to make that mistake with you! I love you far too much.”She giggled, “I know you do. And actually, this is as much of a test for you as it is a struggle for me. I want to see how you behave when you don’t have the fetters holding you back. And. "Would you like me to drive you?" No, that's ok. I heard through the grapevine that some of your friends are going to an after party. I've already called my mom, so she'll pick me up." Well, I'm going to wait outside with you, then."15 minutes later, Sharrel's mom took her away."I'm sorry we didn't get to do the last dance," Sharrel said, buckling her seatbelt. "But I think the motion would make me hurl." It's ok. Just don't die on me." I smiled, and waved as the car pulled away.Inside, the DJ. Then they began to wash each other’s body. They were both getting turned on again as they seemed to be insatiable. Monica pushed Diane back against the shower wall and smiled wickedly at her as Monica dropped slowly to her knees. As Monica spread Diane’s legs she couldn’t conceal a moan, and Diane had to bite her lip to stifle her gasps as she felt Monica’s hot breath on her pussy. Monica started to place delicate kisses upon Diane’s naked thighs and the sensation of her wet lips on Diane’s. The rest of our Saturday was pretty normal -- laundry, cleaning -- except I was wearing nothing but a pair of pink boyshorts and she was wearing nothing but her strapon cock. Every so often she would come up behind me and hump me before moving back to whatever chore she was doing. As we ate lunch, she kept taking my hand and making me stroke her cock, to keep her hard, she said. Then, she accused me of being a tease.Shortly after lunch, Erica stopped over to borrow a red dress from Brandi..