.” he said, a twinkle in his eye.She grinned, taking a sip of her coffee, keeping her thoughts to herself.He smiled and finished his juice, setting ...he glass down by the sink and looking towards her, expectantly. “Soooo.. That shower?..”She peered back at him, “...Can’t a woman finish her coffee?..” she said, voice a little teasing.“She could.. Or she could come join me in the shower.” he pressed, hopping from the counter and stood with his back to her, sliding his boxers down his body and. ‘They’re so big. And your nipples look so hard,’ she said, looking at my tits hungrily. ‘Can I taste them?’ she added in the most innocent voice. I nodded, speechless that she had even asked.‘How can I make you feel good? What do you want me to do with your titties? Ive never played with another girl before,’ she said sweetly.‘I love it when my nipples are rubbed like this,’ I said, and took her hand, placing on my hard nipple and massaging it. ‘Ahh… yes just like that Nelie. Now lick them, and. Then, of course, like any idiot sitting upon his throne of pompous self-righteousness, I quickly found out how unfounded and easily collapsed that chair could really be. My best friend, the groom to be, was getting his midnight ‘last lap dance of freedom’ by some buxom blonde. It was in fact his fourth of the night, by his own insistence, it was midnight somewhere every hour. The other guys were chatting amongst themselves, talking about the girls, sharing stories about how they all seemed to. I could also sense an animal in this man. He was trying to be gentile. He was trying to show affection. However, the more excited he became, the more dominating he became. His hand ran down my breast and to my pussy, cupping it and rubbing along my slit. He slid a finger inside me and began to pump it in and out of me. My knees became weak as I felt my rush coming. When a second finger joined the first it was too much for me to take and I came all over his fingers. Aroused at my orgasm, he.