.. We get to their floor and get off -- the only ones to get off on this floor. My cock softens once more as we walk down the hall. I start thinking a...out Vicki. What's she doing? Is she alright? Is he making a move on her? My mind is swimming with all these things -- all while I'm being guided around this building like a puppy dog on a leash. We get to her room and she says to me, "Put your ear up to the door and listen. Tell me what you hear." I do as I'm told, listening as hard as I can. I. "Are we in trouble?" she asked."No, but I don't want to get too worked up from watching you," I admitted."What do you mean?" she worried. Before I could answer, she added, "You can't be enjoying this." Are you kidding?" I teased, and I waved one hand in the general direction of the tented blankets that covered me as the other indicated her naked display."I make you hard?" she gasped. Her eyes were huge, like she was astonished that I might find her attractive, or that watching her was. . ." No," I said, "she did, but she doesn't feel like fucking everyone she blows. She just loves giving blowjobs. Don't you love getting BJs?"Franky was finally starting to lighten up. My attitude towards sex seemed to confuse him. So I explained a little further."We grow up thinking it's okay for guys to get as much pussy as we want because we're thought of as a lady's man, as macho," I said. "But a girl doing the same thing is called a slut. Why is that? If she and I are not together and she. I turned and leaned against the passenger window as he bent to lick my clit as he finger fucked my pussy. He moved up to molest my breasts again, then undid his jeans sliding them over his ass, enough to let his cock and balls jump free. He stroked his cock for me in the shadows whilst biting on my nipples and I grew aware of how wet he had made me, soaking my thighs and the seat under me. I pushed him back in his seat, leaning over to lick and caress his erection. He moaned with delight,.