.. The reservation... we'll... mmmmmm... we'll be late" you smile at me with that gorgeous smile of yours "don't worry, they'll understand" you thrust... harder and faster into me, and I finally give up, giving you all I've got, thrusting back at you and moaning loudly, lightly purring in between."Mmmhhhhh!" we were both so worked up before we even started you especially, you just keep thrusting into me, harder and harder until I feel you burst, throbbing hard inside me, as you cum. The feeling. Caryn and Reets had met Caroline's parents and while her Dad seemed to be a little reserved, Caroline's Mom didn't seem to mind her babysitting for a lesbian couple. Caryn thought that Caroline's Dad was slowly coming to grips, especially since the house had been empty for over a year before Reets and Caryn moved in and since moving in they had fixed it up. Carol, Caroline's Mom, didn't seem to have any reservations at all. The same can't be said for all the neighbors, but no one was saying or. “You filthy minx,” you respond light heartedly and I smile because you’re allowed to make your assumptions because tonight I do plan to dream of us being filthy rude and delicious. “Come here,” you say, and I’m already there, in much the same way that I’m already yours. “You didn’t get those lips by sucking lollipops!” you say unbuttoning your jeans and releasing yourself for my viewing, sampling pleasure. Already I have fallen to my knees and I’m keen to show you what I can do. I smile at you. ‘You have to be joking,’ Tara said indignantly, ‘I won’t let her do that to me!’ ‘Then you’ll be here for a whole year,’ Becky said still rubbing her swollen nipples, ‘and you won’t know what you are missing.’ Tara blushed at the thought. Becky’s hand had now arrived between her legs, spread wide, her fingers smoothing over the fabric of her joggers. Then she got up and delved in a small drawer by her bed fishing out a flat-backed wooden hairbrush, her hand stroking the shiny surface almost.