I've been thinking about you too... About how you kissed me three days ago... You came to my bed to honor your promise? Wow..." Well... Someone I resp...ct very much taught me how important it is to honor promises. But it's not just that. I wanted to come anyway. I've been having a battle these last three days with my old urges to be promiscuous, something I haven't had to fight in years. I think you're cute! But I won the battle. I didn't come here for sex; that would be grossly inappropriate. I. I remember feeling a tingle in my nipples when, to my horror, I felt my dick move. A slight jump, the blood rushing south. I was getting hard and couldn’t have been more mortified.I was doing everything I could to stop it; thinking all the kinds of horrible, disgusting thoughts one might conjure in up in order to stave off unwanted arousal, but it wasn’t working. I was fully hard, situation getting the best of me, and my dick started to throb in a way I couldn’t contain or hide. I knew he was. This adventure started about six months after her first in-depth band encounter. Gina had a ticket to a concert near her hometown, and she was very excited to see the band in person and also to get backstage somehow.Gina had really done herself up nicely for the concert. She was all tarted up and wore a tight and very low cut top that showed off her tits, her perky little nipples, and her nice flat little stomach. A tiny little skirt hung low on her hips and stopped just below her ass and. Hannah had left the bathroom. My husband switched the TV to the bedroom. Hannah was lying naked on the bed, resting after her exertions. My husband left us while Anne continued to work on my cunt. Seconds later my husband appeared on the TV screen in the girls bedroom. Hannah grabbed her towel to cover her nakedness. He was talking and Hannah smiled. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. I so wanted to turn up the sound and hear what was being said but knew that I couldn't alert.