That smile diffuses any anger she scraped together toward him. “I took her home after she and I took you home.”“Who undressed me?” she asks ch...nging the subject—why?—for some reason her modesty is more important than her best friend.“I did of course,” Max answers with yet another smile. “I got you something.” He holds up a bag from Pleasurements.“No you didn’t,” Tiffany says quietly. “This is too expensive.”Max, with a smile still on his face, says “They have the best erotic lingerie in the. The more he thought about it, the more he was looking forward to taking her that way. This morning, he would help her get used to the invasion of her butt. She started pushing her ass a little harder against his probing finger, encouraging it deeper to open her up some more. As much as he lusted for the feel of his cock being tightly captured by her anus, there wasn’t as much time available right now to love her the way he wanted to. The week at the lake would be better, and he promised himself. "I have to be someplace." What would you like to do to me?" I asked."I'd like to screw you doggy style," he said. "If I had time." There's an alley just feet from here," I told him. "There's a carparked there and I can lean over the hood. Won't take me but a secondto slip out of my panties."He laughed again. "My, my, you are the little whore, aren't you?" Yes, I am, kind sir. But you'll find that not all of me is little!" Ok, let's do it. By the way I like your tattoo." He was looking. "I knew Janet was right. I left and gave to reason to Jerrod. I decided to tell her."Okay, let me start from the beginning. Please don't ask for names or vivid details. I need to get this all out. I'll tell you my whole story."My name is Ambrosia Jane Styles. I was born in Cleveland, Ohio. I'm twenty-eight years old and have never been in love, until recently when I met the man of my dreams. Smart, good looking, funny, he is from money but that isn't why I fell in love with him. I always feel.