And your friends.” She paused for a moment to sip her coffee, and I sipped mine. “Did you really learn how to kiss by watching porn?”“Yes” I...said after a moment. I was surprised at how easily I could say it. Weren’t women supposed to think that porn was wrong? “Why?” I asked more tentatively.“I was just curious. How often do you look at porn?” she sounded as though she were discussing the weather. Which was throwing me off as much as anything.“Well it used to be pretty much every day.”“Used to. She had me pull my fingers out as she wasn't feeling so good since we just ate. She did agree to help me out though, like we've done in the passed, she was going to give me a quick bj outside when I was leaving. We get back to her house, and I went ahead and said bye to her mom as I was leaving (it was 8pm). Standing just outside her garage, with it quite dark out, she got done and began going. It was feeling great, but I prefer the tang. I asked her if I could just do it real quick since I was. It felt clean.I think it was a mutual shock when our mouths separated. We took one look at each other, as if to say "What the fuck just happened?" but before the thought went through my head, we were kissing again, this time losing breath.The beer was in full flow and eventually the club closed. I was staying at Sharons' house that night. On the taxi home, she sat in the back seat with me. Despite what had happened in the club, we were in high sprirts after a great night out, During thr journey. I moved my hands from her hips to reach for her tits, that made the experience complete! It's a good thing I masturbated last night, or I wouldn't be able to hold off on cumming. I varied my moves and Betsy met my thrusts, sometimes moaning on Roger's cock. He had his eyes closed and head tilted back. Betsy started to groan repeatedly and I pumped harder, then she started to shriek and convulse, her pussy squeezing my cock as she orgasmed.Betsy came off Roger's cock and slid off mine too. .