I wanted you to make me cum with your mouth and tongue. And oh, my how you did! How about your number 2?’ she replied, her voice just as deep as his... ‘My number 2 was your number 1. I wanted you to swallow mycum after you gave me a blow job. And you did it like a pro,’ he replied, and then kissed her remembering how hot it was to see her lips on his cock, sucking him for all she was worth. ‘Time for number 3 then,’ he said when their lips parted. ‘The only question is, your list or mine?’ ‘How. He undid his pants and pushed them down a bit. His cock poked out through his boxers and I saw standing out very erect. “Wow Brett, has it always been that big?” I asked. “Well not always, but it's gotten a lot bigger in the last couple years,” Brett replied. I just eyeballed it for a minute, it was monstrous in my eyes anyway. “Can I touch it?” I asked. “I don't see anyone stopping you,” Brett replied. I grabbed onto his cock and stroked it a little. His cock was as hard as a rock and I'm not. They started up another slow song. "Dance?" I asked her. She practically dragged me out to the floor.They played some well-known ballad by one of those teen pop tarts, and we danced to it, clinging together like we were melting. Then they started another slow song, a new song, a pretty ballad I'd heard a few times. I knew it slightly, in other words. This time, the lyrics burned a hole in my brain."I won't spend another night without you"We were wrapped together in our own cocoon. Her arms. Beautiful fingernails adorned the slender fingers that came to rest on the seat back next to me. Her voice could not be described as anything short of sultry when she asked, "Is this seat taken?"I sat back and turned to look directly at her and smiled, saying, "No I've been saving it for you." Why thank you," she replied with an accent that told me that her sweet little peaches had to be from Georgia. She scooted up onto the high armchair and crossed her legs with an unprecedented grace.The.