Then they asked what we were doing that night and would we like to go up the town with them for a laugh.I was about to say no when Paula said, "We wou...d love to see the lively younger side of town and have some fun with them." What do the girls wear?" she asked Rob, with Steve replying, "As little as possible as it gets hot when your dancing and in the bars." Shoes and a skimpy dress will do," Rob said.Paula said, "Ok you're on then."We all made our way back to the hotel and Paula asked what. I could see her naked front quite easily in the mirror. She knew I was staring but pretended not to notice. She blow-dried her hair, brushed her teeth, and spread lotion on her skin all while I watched in secret arousal. Why was she letting me do this? Had she always known about my fantasies about her? Perhaps I had been careless, too obvious with my stares, or maybe she knew about the times I used to look through her underwear drawer."Um," she started, pausing as if contemplating something. "I. ”“Want to make a bet on the next race?”“Like what?”Jason felt his face burning, but he had to try. “A kiss, the winner gets a kiss.” There, he said it. Would she get mad and leave? Would she friend-zone him?“A kiss?” she asked.With his heart on the line, he watched for anger or, worse, rejection, but instead, the faint flush on her cheeks signaled interest.She nodded, “Okay, a kiss, but it has to be a good one.”Jason felt light-headed. Not only had she accepted, but she also upped the ante. His. His dick slides in the friction of my tight pussy, juices running down and staining his pants. His orgasm fast approaches, and I wiggle to break free. He lets me go, out of confusion, and I kneel to take his cock with my lips. His eyes go wide as I suck the head into my warm, wet mouth, tongue lapping and tasting out juices. He groans and half-heartedly attempts to pull me up from my knees. "A prin- a- a princess. . . shouldn't - " he gasps as I lick both of his balls. "It would not help.