Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed what she thought was a familiar face from her past. The guy looked just like Mark, but it couldn’t be Mark... She hadn’t seen him in six years, not since graduation. They had been sweethearts, but after graduation, they had lost track. She left for a summer job as a camp counselor, and she got back home, he had gone. His family had moved away and she couldn’t seem to find anyone who knew where they had gone. She felt alone and betrayed. There was no. ' at which she spread her labia and pointed at her clit. I pressed my tongue against it, not moving it like I didn't know what I was doing, 'That's better but maybe it feels nicer if you flick your tongue against it or rub it with your finger.'. She instructed me like this until she climaxed about fifteen minutes later and I even picked up a new move or two. 'Are you a top, bottom or versa?' she asked, 'Because if you're a bottom you don't have to fuck me, I even have a strap-on if you want me. I gave a sigh as I realized my friend knew me better than I would have ever expected.The next day was a hoot.I picked up Shirley at exactly ten-thirty. She was dressed for the beach, with a wrap covering her body to mid-thigh, and lugging this enormous canvas bag that looked as if it would haul all her worldly belongings. As she got in the car, Shirley was in full-blown attack mode. Why did that not surprise me?"You asshole, how dare you." Who me?" I asked innocently.She bent over the seat back. Her ass bobbed in the air and my dick felt like it could fling out of her at any second. So I scooted down and, in a feat of gymnastics, curled my legs up so they forked between her legs and spread them out on either side and got my old pal more firmly situated in her pussy. I thrusted with more authority and her hand jerked away from my cock. It writhed across her ass and rested at the edge of her crack. I could see my nuts flailing above her ass like two fat kids trying to jump over a wall,.