I would have ridden a bus for six weeks if that’s what was required. I hastily agreed despite Albert reminding me that we were only agreeing to a me...ting Mason and that I shouldn't count on anything else.“I’m not saying he won’t shake your hand or whatever, but he’s real particular about who he meets so just don’t go counting on anything more.”- - - - - Riding that bus for hours on end wasn’t fun, but I hardly noticed because my head spun like a carousel with lust and the thought of how I would. He kissed her lips, eyes, nose and over to her ears, slowly moving down her jaw line and onto her neck. He left a tongue trail along her neck then blew gently over the trail of saliva. Barbara shivered in delight and moaned deep in her throat. Bob then nipped at her neck and then moved on. His lips sought out her breasts and he showered kisses on them, ignoring her pert nipples. Barb grabbed his head and tried to force his lips to her straining nipples, but he was too strong. Finally, his lips. I'm in shock. Let me catch my breath." He took a deep breath and looked around. "I've never been in your room before." He looked at the posters on her walls. "Hmm. Paul McCartney, Nomar Garciaparra, and Bourne and Kraatz. Good taste."Sophia smiled at him. "Who's on yours?"He smiled back. "John Lennon, Pedro Martinez, and Nicole Bobek." They both laughed."Well," Sophia said, "We've firmly established we both like Beatles, baseball, and figure skating. So. Got your breath back, yet?" I think so.". I pulled my panties down just as quickly, they stuck slightly to my crotch but I discarded them on the floor, and yanked my shirt up over my head, grunting as I unfastened my bra, letting my breasts fall free. Naked, I fished around for my phone again and flicked the light on, casting it around the room once more.I almost groaned again as I took it all in. I’d lost count of the hours I’d spent watching videos where girls writhed and squealed and came on devices like these. I’d cried myself to.