They obviously hadn’t done much to clean up from their own frolicking: Katie’s hair was a tangle, and both were wearing barely enough for public ...iew. Katie came over to me, looking lustful.“Here, let me help you with that,” she said as she began licking the remainder of Craig’s love juice from my chin. Her hand moved to stroke his recovering member. “I bet you’re ready to get this thing up your cute, tight butthole, you slut. Am I right?” In response, I merely gave his penis a few. "Looks impressive." It is, now hush." How's school coming along?" It won't be if you keep talking." What? You're just reading." Have you heard of finals?" Yeah, what about 'em?" Next week, which includes knowing this stuff," he held up the book for a second."Oh. You like history?" No, I took the class for the helluva it. Now go away." Can't, I need something." Not from me, you don't." I do Dale, I really do." You've got all those dip-shit friends, ask them." Nope, sorry, can't be done. This is. Her anger mounted, her chest rising and falling with each labored breath she drew. She decided a little cooperation wouldn't hurt, and then maybe I would lessen my hold on her. She widened her stance. "Just get the damn frisking over with," she said with a huff, tossing back her head. I hissed under my breath and kicked her legs wider; putting her back in the spread eagle position I had her in before. I feel my cock throbbing in my trousers at the sight of her lush ass before me, those heels of. Eventually I started jotting down the ideas so that I could put a favorite fantasy aside for awhile, knowing that Id be able to come back to it again later. Then my cousin (pen-name Anne Wright) wrote a sex-advice book that included an explanation of why sexual fantasy isnt the same thing as lust. I got involved in that book by proof-reading and making suggestions, and to my surprise, Anne decided to use my fantasy notes as the basis for a sex fantasy cookbook, which is the last chapter of the.