“Oh God. Friends,” she reminded me.“We are friends,” I said. “I like you a lot.”She shook her head but still didn’t move away, so I kiss...d her and she put one hand on my neck as she kissed me back.“You’re a bad man,” she said with a wry smile. “What am I doing here?”“You like me,” I said. “You want to have a nice evening.”We kissed again, long and deep and sensuous, and my hand slid down, on autopilot, to her arse. I squeezed her buttocks one by one and ran a finger between them. The skirt was. I told him I was. Once we ironed out all the details, Kurt dropped by. When I opened the door, I was stunned. Kurt was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and Daisy-Duke cut-offs Levis, and he was obviously very proud of the newly sprouted trail of hair that ran from his navel on down because it was prominently display by his leaving the top couple buttons open on his cut-offs. Between his t-shirt and cut-offs, I could see the lean tubes of muscle move in his stomach, roll in his arms, and pulse over. I kneaded his balls as I sucked and it took no time for him to cum and he tasted delicious. I kept sucking till I had him rock hard again then I straddled him and slid his cock into my wet and warm fuck hole and I now was fucking him hard and before long he shot another wad in my cunt. I turned him over on his stomach and began kissing and licking his ass cheeks. I spread his cheeks wide and ran a finger around his asshole. I licked his ass and also one of my fingers then rammed the finger in. I smiled. Half my battle was won!“So what to wear ... what to wear...” I softly mused, as I began to thumb through the wardrobe. I settled on a sheer chiffon blouse, crème in color, and my brown satin skirt. The skirt was long, and a full-circle in cut. I usually wore a slip with it, but not tonight. Tonight there would be no doubts to Ron about my intentions. I also skipped my usual heeled boots, and went with a pair of four-inch strappy sandals.I decided I was going to throw myself at Ron. So.