We could have been a checkered cab for all the good it did her. It also didn't help that she was high on something and a pure D bitch.I was always gla... to be headed home. Even though I slept as more that night, than I had the night with Michael, I was exhausted when I arrived home. I crawled into bed and fell asleep with my memory of the night with the teen aged boy again on my mind.Since it had been and easy night. I was awake by noon. I checked my email to see if Charlie had left me a. I was all over the place, not being very experienced, so Sandy hunched me with her sexy hips trying to get me on her clit. Sandy opened up her swelled pussy lips, exposing her engorged clitoris. "Right here, baby, this is my little hot button and it drives me wild when you do it right there. Ohhhh YES, right FUCKING THERE!!!" Sandy grunted. My tongue flicked over clitoris wildly, back and forth, up and down. I could tell she was in extasy and, in no time at all, her hips hunched me with a. "If that dress does not get him into your bed he is dead Catherine!" "Mother!" She only laughed at me; I did not think I was that transparent. I bought shoes and a clutch bag to match, then white rhinestone earrings that had a dark blue stone in the middle and a choker style necklace set. I also picked up a pink suit. It had a short straight skirt with a fitted jacket. Then we went home. On the foyer table sat a vase full of flowers. "They are for you Catherine." I read the card. "I am. My friend and saint then started to find oil in the kitchen, as part of the game I was curious about not knowing what it could be. As rules, he turned off the lights, we lied down.The saint and me were sleeping side by side naked and my friend and his neighbor besides him. The saint then starting to explain the game, told me to pose myself like a horse, which I did out of excitement of playing stuff. He then dipped his fingers in oil and started rubbing at my asshole, surprised and innocent, I.