.. of a sort, for years, and then we had become lovers ... sort of, and during all that time neither of us had ever even approached using the word "lo...e" in our relationship. Maybe that was because we were too young to really understand what that word meant back then. It's a little like using the word "philology." You might know it's a word, but if you don't know what it means, it's not really in your vocabulary, even if you employ some of its concepts on a daily basis. Ever wonder why we call. We locked him outside or out of the room during our love making.The next time Bo snuck up on us we were in the bedroom with the door closed having a good time. We could hear Bo pawing at the door knob trying to get in. We were in a 69 with her on top. My head was at the edge of the bed and she was sort of standing at the edge of the bed leaning over sucking my cock. We were really having a good time. She already had cum twice and I was getting close to getting mine. She kept holding mine off,. She smirks and hold up the dress again, as only a woman can and looks it over once more, spinning it around. “It might fit nicely in the chest area, but her hips may…well…” she explains… “She may just have to try it on.” She justifies. “I am sure she will, once I give it to her; I just want to get something as close as possible so I may not have to return it. She will just get the money back and delay buying something nice until she ‘loses weight’.” I chuckle and she nods in understanding. . He pulled his tongue out and said, "You're so tight! Are you okay?" "That really hurt." "Oh my... are you a virgin?" "No! no, no, but it's been a few months since I had sex." "Well then lets loosen that tight snatch up!" He stuck his index finger in my mouth. "Suck that a little." I did and then he put his lubbed up finger in my pussy all the way to the base. I started to gasp and grabbed his shoulders. "Wiggle on it bitch." "What did you call me?" "I called you bitch. Now wiggle on my finger.