" His other hand was busy thrusting into my pussy."Please," I moaned. He twisted my nipple and licked my neck. "Please what, slut?" Please fuck me. My...pussy is so wet, I need you to fuck me." Cunt, your cunt is wet. You want me to fuck you? Right here in the parking lot like a whore? Where anyone can see you?" Yes, please. Fuck me like your whore," I begged, ashamed but too horny to care.He now had three fingers inside me, "And you will do anything to make me fuck you, won't you slut?"I was now. She listened and heard him sit back on the bed and it all went quiet. After about a minute she went to ask him what he was doing but he spoke as soon as she went to get the words out."Don't speak! How can a man sit and admire the finest art if he keeps getting disturbed!"She had never been referred to as fine art before but found the thought quite arousing. She them became conscious that her knickers were damp, no wet, from being so aroused plus having her legs apart like this would have made. , I like it here," Bailey said somewhat bashfully. "I'm still not sure how things will work for us as a couple. But I hope they can work for us as friends regardless."I was more confused than ever but I replied that I hoped the same thing."The thing is, I think the ones of us still sitting here want to stay here," Beth cut in. "I know that I would like to." Here as in here or here as in Phoenix?" I asked."Well, here as in here," Sara said."OK," I answered."OK as in OK or OK as in I understand?". ’ Yes, I did. I had no idea how I knew because I’d never gone out of my way to do it before. Maybe it’s just instinct. Maybe I was finding a part of myself I never knew existed. I got the tickets for Jeff. I knew he would love it, so I could endure it. I would be more inclined to go to a concert that featured metal instead of brass. The Beethoven was familiar. I think it was made into some popular song a while ago. But the Tchaikovsky really got to me. It was passionate and energetic and every.