I reached a hand up from my breast and stuck a finger in my mouth,licking and sucking it... toying with it and teasing it as I would athrobbing cock. ... could hear the stranger’s breathing getting heavier ashe became more and more turned on behind the door. A second finger snuckinto my mouth and I was moaning loudly. I was thinking how I would lovea massive cock in my mouth right now, and still fingering my nowdripping pussy with my other hand.He opened the door and stood there, waiting for me. You don't have to do that. I'll be all right." Stay away from Danny and guys like him, hear?" You got that right," she said, then kissed him on the lips. "We could... you want to, you know... in the van," she said offering herself to him."Well, we could," he said, "but is there a rush, you got someplace to be?" Oh, no... nothing like that. I was only thinking you had to be someplace." I don't," he said. "I am worried about my partner. You haven't met him. He's a little crazy sometimes. Likes to. I've never really enjoyed trying to combine kissing with dancing -- I can concentrate on the rhythm in my hips and shoulders or the art of kissing, but not both -- so I ask if he wants to go sit down somewhere. I'm intensely aware of how cute and sexy I appear, and I feel like I'm not even trying. It's like the music and the darkness and the heat bring out this confident, sensual alter ego who smiles and bites her lip and always says the right thing.The music echoing in our ears, we go out to. My eyes lifted to my best friend and partner in crime of twenty years asked, “Is this turning you on as much as it is me?”Jason is stunning with his tousled dark brown hair and hazel eyes, his long eyelashes and high cheek bones, his bee stung lips and the square jaw that saves his masculinity. His surfing addiction and job as a tradie has left him with a mouth-watering body.He isn’t normally short of girlfriends and one night stands, but we’ve both been single for about six months. There are.