“So I guess you guys are pretty much serious now, huh?”, Caroline asked us.“Yeah, we are”, I answered for the both of us, squeezing Megan’s ...and as I confirmed it. Megan then leaned over and kissed me softly and lovingly on the cheek. “So, I guess our plans for the day are kinda shot, huh Meg?”, Caroline joked, a smile on her face. I could tell she wasn't mad, but she didn't seem completely at ease either. But hey, who could blame her? “Hah, yeah. I guess they are", Megan replied."Sorry for not. Transition between Gloryhole surprise and the next year.GuiltAs soon as I got home after the party I stripped my clothes off and noticed I still had some lipstick around the base of my now limp cock. I swore I would never have sex again as I stepped into the shower.But even staying in the shower until the hot water ran out I still felt dirty and ashamed.Everywhere I looked I saw my baby girls. The marks still visible in the doorway where I measured how tall they were getting. Their bedrooms. 'For the discriminating young lady,' was their motto saying that they hadfashion for the younger lady, not to expect the standard 'stuffy'boutique experience.Pulling out of the mall parking lot, very relieved that I would not haveto walk amongst so many people with a bag from a women's store I drovetowards my new shopping adventure feeling a little bit better about beingable to actually do this. My erotic need was so strong, I needed to findsome undies so badly.Turning down the street the shop. You really only need two things to be an accomplished pussy-eater. You need a strong, durable tongue and jaw; and you need to love being down there. Hell, I would happily have stayed all day!Sally, virgin or no virgin, had been more than ready for this. And she was after all the daughter of a Frenchman.And a Frenchwoman.When she came, she came so hard she almost — but not quite — shook me loose. And she was noisy! I could only hope the room next to hers was unoccupied. If anyone was in there,.