I had never met J prior and our meeting was more business, to get "our" friend cumming and to find our own excitement. We played with her amply tits, ...aking turns liicking and sucking them, kissing her and fingering her pussy. I know when my friend cums and she was on her game. I know of at least six times she had gut rocking cums. I would go down on her while she sucked him and then we would switch. The question then came up, who would fuck and cum in her first. My friend, knowing my. A grey dress with a white Peter Pan styled collar and a pink bow at the neck. He put it on me and smiled. Then he sat me at my makeup table and began to blow dry and brush my hair.He was very good at it, and the feeling of a man working on my hair just made me start to drip into my panties. Finished, he moved to put my makeup on. Again, such a rush to have this done to me. When he was done, I noticed that he used softer colors and less makeup than I usually did. It made me look so much. He could see by the small beads of perspiration on Rose's forehead that she too was dying from the heat. She put down her bag and took off her jersey, but of course Murphy's Law wouldn't let her do anything without being punished. Her shirt stuck to her jersey and she noticed just a moment too late when her shirt nearly came up to her bra. Her face went crimson as she pulled her shirt down but Robert had seen. He had seen the body that he dreamt about, and was not disappointed. It was better. Taking the initiative he continued her motion, thrusting his cock into her, pounding her mostly limp form as she rocked in the throes of pleasure. He pulled her against him, feeling the heat rolling off her body as her breasts pressed against his chest. She again gained control of her body and attempted to rise. He held her body tight against his, thrusting rapidly in and out. He could feel his orgasm starting to build and warned her of its imminent arrival.She quickly rose, and he groaned as.