He slid perfectly into her pussy, her hips pressing down to take him all in. Both struggling not to moan, music startling them as her mother turned on...the radio. Glancing up at him, both wearing the same smile of satisfaction. Knowing her mother wouldn’t look back, she sat herself up on top of him. His hands cupping her ass, helping her move up and down over his length. “Hold on kids, were going on a bumpy road here.” Her mother’s voice made her heart skip a beat, the rough road making her. You decide that you want to surprise me..you throw red rose petals over the top of the shower into the water with me. I look up to see where they are coming from, and more and more petals are flowing over the top and my feet are covered in red roses. You open the shower door and join me in the pleasure..you need not say a word – – the touch of your kiss says it all. You are such a romantic, so much into passion, always doing crazy little things to excite me. The roses did more than that.you. Ride it until all her carnal desires are satisfied? What does that even mean?”“Just say it to her. Promise me.”“Okay,” Mike said.“You just sit with your back up against the wall with your legs spread, and your cock hard. Just stroke it a little to keep it up.”After rolling his eyes, Mike sat back, spread his legs, and gently stroked his cock. He kept thinking it was an absolutely stupid position for a man to hold. It didn’t occur to him how women who posed in similar manners might feel about. . sometimes. I do still like to get a rise out of her."Diane gave Heather a ghost of a smile. She had looked up to Heather. She did many of the things Heather did simply because Heather did them. And Heather had been popular. By extension, as her friend, Diane had become popular as well.In the days after the House, when they had drifted apart, Diane had come to realize that the popularity had been a sham. She went from popular to nothing almost overnight. Yet she still had feelings for Heather..