” She breathed. I kept licking around her opening waiting for the “OK”, all the while growing anxious to really taste her. Finally using the fla... of my tongue I covered the seam of her and drew my tongue upward. She was becoming very wet and I could taste her a little. It was no longer the soapy fragrance of the bath, but of her, and of me. She said nothing. I did it again pushing much more firmly with the flat of my tongue as I drew it up over her closed but weeping pussy the same way. She let. She asked me if she could take me home to her place,another role reversal question which I liked.I said yes.I said I had come in my friend's car. She said she would drive me to her place in her car and take me back home when I wanted.I went to tell my friend and returned to her.She put her finger under my jacket at the back and up under my shirt to the base of my spine then down my arse crack.I began to get horny. She took me to her car which was a 70's Mercedes.She said that it was older. My cock was hard as a rock again in a matter of seconds. I finally came to a point that I couldn’t take a second more. Trisha’s face was buried in Jacqui’s pussy and I pulled her up and away, kissing her as she was grinding her pussy into Jacqui’s face. Ah, she had Jacqui's taste on her lips. While Trisha and I were kissing, I buried myself deep into Jacqui, getting a huge jerk of reaction from her. I pumped in and out of Jacqui while frantically kissing Trisha, my hands around her face holding. Then. Home, Away From Sands of BattleYou would think that as a father who believed so strongly in conservative values, Conrad Bartels should have been able to pass down his stringent ideas of what constituted proper personal discipline down to his only son, but Greg never took to them. Maybe just doing the shit rebellious kids do, insisting on hanging out with the wrong crowds, getting up to business that might have damaged his entire future if he didn't have some guardian angel. One of those.