What were they expecting from me I wondered & would I go along with it if they tried it on! Not long before I set off to meet them I took a shower as ...t was roasting but found myself rubbing my clit like crazy & came in no time at all’I was saying to myself what the hell are you doing you silly cow as I was getting dressed but then thinking they probably just want a drink & that’s it! I put on a small top & short skirt then headed off to the bar’ When I walked in they were already waiting & had. He had to be inside her before she realized they weren't supposed to fuck again. He frantically stabbed his cock head between thighs. It plunged into the slippery groove. He trapped it under his fingers, crushing it into the fat folds of hot pussy. Once it was at the door, he dipped down and—"Ah, Evan." She struggled against the press of his body.The inevitable was happening. Evan relaxed his hold. She turned around and looked into his eyes. “Mmah—” He hadn't said the word mom in days, and it. .. the polite light written teasing would lead to more direct teasing.... the game of pushing the temptation without surrendering to it was tremendous... just like slowly and constantly adding fuel to a burning fire... at times, wanting to provoke a sudden rise, one of us would escalate... disappear for an instant and then re-appear stark naked... then stand far enough only allowing the other to stare... that part was usually amazing... each scenario exciting for distinct reasons... when it was. ..” I tried, yet failed.Emily's eyes lit up in delight. “You're having a date, aren't you? Who's the lucky girl?”I lowered my face and awkwardly looked onto my plate in which the last crumbs of pancake were swimming in a pool of Aunt Jemima's.“Yeah,” I mouthed. I was fighting my teenage anxiety to utter any more words with a thin voice. “Her name is Sarah. She's from my class.”“And what's there to be ashamed of?” Emily asked in her most understanding tone. “It's not like you're so bad with.