Remember wondering when the kiss would happen? How did those days disappear so quickly? If you’re like me, and high-school was more than half yo...r life ago, then you might enjoy a little tale about the last time my guy and I made out after a date: The air was chilly, and the stars were bright in the early February sky. Valentine’s Day was coming, with all its chocolate and rose petals, and black lace panties…but tonight was just an average Friday night---a date night, like so many. In one picture, I covered my dick with my hands, one with a piece of cloth, one with soap, one with my fingers but not revealing my dick to her.Priya fell for me and begged me to show my dick completely. I even teased her by pressing my dick with my hands completely without revealing my dick to her. She was angry but was begging me to remove my hands. She knew I was teasing her and was an expert in teasing bitches.I told her I would show my dick to her only if she did something for me. I asked. "I told her that her brother was an amazingly passionate and sensitive lover who took me to places I couldn't even describe," Rhonda laughs. "You should have seen the look on her face when I told her that what he does with his tongue was downright sinful." Rhonda's hand is combing through Tim's pubic hair as she continues more seriously."If she only knew I was describing you," she sighs, her hand sliding between his legs and gently caressing his balls."What did Sharon say?" Tim asks, spreading. This time he took a lot longer to dry her and managed to rub her slit several times in the process."You don't have to make a meal of it." Vivienne snapped."You wouldn't really mind if I did." What?" Make a meal of it. Would you mind if I went down and ate you?" You're disgusting." Vivienne's voice though belied her words."You ready to for some dinner?" Vivienne enquired."I'll eat you anytime. But if you mean food, then yes, please if you have anything in stock. It's some time and several miles.