“Sucks. So my Mom drove us from Fredricksburg and dropped us off.” I frowned. “Miller’s Cove is ten miles from the landing. How are you gettin... there?” “Oh, we got our bags and stuff down in the lounge. Once we can get a signal on my phone, I’ll call Aunt Cindy and she’ll come pick us up.” I looked at Sarah and she gave me an almost imperceptible nod. My insides panged. I couldn’t believe what we were going to try to do. In our ten years together, we’d never once been with anyone but each. Her mouth sucked first one of Ben’s balls then the other. Slowly she circled her tongue over the one, then the other. Repeating the process. Giving respect to the tool that would eventually give her his most precious gift.Ben was mad with desire. He wanted to grab the woman and take her right then and there, however, he was scared of her reaction.Ben watched her. Carefully. Her actions were slow and calculated. She knew what the next stage of love making is. She knew what he needed.“You’ve got. There was and older gentleman buying drinks for us gurls to see who would go over and sit with him at the bar when it was my turn for the invite i walked over and thanked him for the drink with a little pick on the chick he said your welcum why don't you sit with me i sid O K but not a the bar so he took my hand and led me over to one of the booths along the wall. we sat and he introduced himself has sam and he was in san diego on business that the taxi driver recomended this place to see some. There was a sense of naughtiness she’d never felt before. Fucking your best friend’s boyfriend was a crime in her book. Her rulebook however, failed to define whether banging him with permission was bad or good. Just to think of it felt wicked as all sin. But it was a good sort of wicked. Laughing, Karen shrugged. Jeremy joined her laughter and his hands came up, smoothing her arms gently. Her skin pebbled in the wake of his tender caress and sparks of erotic desire showered down between her.