She sagged against him, exhausted. “Oh, Peter!”A few minutes later, the annoying tones from the electronic timer woke them from their post-coital ...everie. “Shit,” muttered Peter.Lauren climbed off his lap. She adjusted her clothes to some semblance of order and commented, “Actually, for some reason, I’m awfully hungry!”Peter snorted and laughed. He tucked himself back into his pants, zipping them up and redoing his belt, though he left his shirt open. “Come to think of it, so am I!” He smiled. I’ll pick you up at 7:30, is that ok?”“That early? I don’t get home until 1:30 or two, I’ll be too tired,” I said.“No you won’t,” she stated. “I’ll pick you up at 7:30, be there, ok?”What could I say?“Yeah, ok, Miss Bossy Boots, I’ll be ready,” I said, probably a little harsher than I intended.“I’ll have food and all that for us, I’ll see you then,” she replied, and hung up.‘Fuck!’ I swore under my breath. I hadn’t meant to be unkind to her; maybe she was just trying to be friendly. ‘Fucking. She climbed into bed with me, laid down next to me so that her tits were inches away from my face, “You like my big tits?” she asked as she fondled them before my face. “Oh yes, I love them” I replied and with that, “You white trash come suck on them” she added and into my mouth went one huge nipple and tit. I sucked as hard as I could while I took her other tit in my hand and roughly squeezed it and her nipple. After a few minutes she shoved me flat on the bed, moved over my chest, “You. I stroked his cock slowly and rubbed my thumb against the tip. When I ran my fingertips across his balls, he grabbed my hands and said, "Now." I pulled off my panties, getting rid of the last piece of clothing stopping us from touching, skin to skin. I didn't need any more preparation and one look at the need burning in his eyes had me taking his cock and positioning it beneath my pussy. I ran the tip of his cock along my wet slit before pushing just the head in. Moving my hand away and bracing.