I could taste myself as he kissed me; I licked his mouth like I would an ice cream. I felt his bulge, he began moving up and down making me get e...en wetter by feeling his ‘best friend’ rub against my ‘best friend’. I gently turned him over so he was lying on his back, I kissed him passionately and like he did with me, I kissed him until I reached my present. I unbuttoned the small buttons on his boxer shorts and tossed them aside. Mark is so big, I love his dick. I wasted no time in diving. ‘Vaguely,’ I said, searching my memory for the many fantasies we had talked about. And then it dawned on me – yes, I do remember that one. That fantasy was a good one. She wanted to be taken in a parking garage on the hood of a car. We were in luck, because my car has a pretty good-sized hood. And the parking garage we were in wasn’t that well lit. I started to formulate a plan while my cock stirred in my boxers. ‘Want to make that fantasy a reality?’ she queried, looking at me with a sly look. " You really think I'm pretty?" She looked shocked.Mike nodded again, then looked up and stared directly at her. He looked a little ridiculous at that moment he was sure, pecker hard as steel and his oldest sister trying to comfort him. "I'm sorry." For thinking about me when you masturbate?" Mike nodded again. "That and..." he gazed down at his hard-on"I," she started. "I think it's flattering. I don't know, I suppose if you have to think of something, I don't mind it being me." You don't?" It. She saw me in the grip of powerful emotions, breathing heavily, holding Amy in my arms away from her, while I was naked and hugely erect. She smiled a slow smile, as though she had won some contest, crawled off the bed and started to leave the room. She turned as she reached the door.“Remember, Richard, only her mouth and ass,” as out the door she went. I turned back to Amy, who had watched the two people she loved most in the world, her gods, fighting over her somehow. She started sobbing.