As I became very excited, I asked her to suck it, to which she responded ‘who taught you to do this thing?’ (She was a virgin and we both were doi...g these things for the first time). She was a little hesitant at sucking cock at first, but gradually, she became good at it. That day, I helped her put her bra and shirt back and kept pressing her boobs through them (I found out later that I stopped this helping mentality, once I fucked her and had cummed). That night she asked me ‘why didn’t you. Leaning forward, he kissed her hard on the lips. Blood rushed like a drugged cocktail through his veins, engorging his dick. The roar of want so intoxicating. He kissed her, held her in his grasp until she struggled, and only then did he release her enough to allow those few desperate breaths in. Placing his mouth to her ear, he whispered to the beast that lived in her body. “You want me to fuck you, huh? Straighten your head out by shoving my dick down your throat? You’re going to get exactly. What?”“Shiting on Teddy Borowski!”“Oh---you didn’t!”“Oh, but I did. He double dared me and I did.”“He actually allowed you to...”“Yup, after all he was the one who issued the dare.”“How could you?”“How could I? Good question. It certainly wasn’t easy, let me tell you. For one thing it’s much harder to concentrate when you’re squatting over someone.”“Ewe! Let’s change the subject,” Marcie, suddenly finding herself more squeamish than she thought she’d be said quietly while glancing furtively. “Perfect!”, I whispered. The basket was full. Jumpers, jeans, blouses and I could already see a burgundy bra strap and half a cup down the side of the basket. I really was in for a treat here. I lifted off a few of the more boring items, any outerwear I wasn’t concerned with today. I wanted to find the real treasure, and it didn’t take long. There they were, just buried under a couple of jumpers, one of my favourite of Grace’s panties. Thongs have to be my favourite and this one was black lace..