Patricia and I followed suit. We kept checking our pizzas and finally we decided they were done. I took my pie out and set it on a hot pad. The second...one I removed from the oven was the one Alessandra had made. Patricia asked me to take hers out and when I did, I saw that the cheese had melted enough that I could tell that Patricia had written, "kiss me" on her pizza. I grinned at her and told her "later."While our pizzas were cooling off a little, Alessandra complained, "I really could not. He might have been a jerk and I knew that we would never meet with him again, but he did know the right places to touch me starting with sucking my toes (that by itself can almost give me an orgasm). When he got to my breasts his touch was just right and I made a few soft sex noises as the pleasure began to build up inside of me.When he got to my vagina he began to give me oral sex and I wasn't disappointed. He knew what he was doing. He did stop every now and then and make a rude remark to my. Let's make it good," and pulled off the bottoms.She was moving around, now naked, striking poses as I fired away with my camera. Turning this way and that, I kept snapping away, taking as many looks at her beautiful, bare body as I could while also attempting to frame each shot.Then, she turned her back to me as I got a few pics, then, unexpectedly, bent down away from me, widening her stance revealing her plump pussy lips framed between her thighs."The guys'll love this, huh. Get my pussy. "Are you ready to prove yourself?" she demanded."What's this all about?" my friend Mark asked."I was telling her about the hotel party up in Oshkosh, and she doesn't believe I lasted ninety minutes with one partner," I answered."Only ninety?" he laughed"I won't believe it until I see it with my own eyes," she insisted sharply.The look on her face was such a sharp contrast to the smiling faces of my friends. My eyes scanned around the group as I enjoyed a laugh with them. The plan I needed all.