It got quiet there in her living room. Real Quiet. Then, Vicky reached over and used her soft little hand to pull my face over towards hers. She kisse... me softly.I wasn't at all expecting it but I was loose from the wine I guess, and so I just accepted it as part of our friendship. Just a friendly kiss. Oh, but then there was another and this one a bit more forceful. I wasn't sure what her intentions were but her kisses were enjoyable and I didn't resist. Then, her tongue began to push at my. Adam runs his free hand through her long hair before he roughly pulls on it, making her close her eyes and loudly moan. “I can’t wait to fuck your tight little asshole,” Greg murmurs as he replaces his finger with his cock, teasing her opening with his hardness. “Are you ready for me, baby?” “Yes,” she says breathlessly as she reopens her eyes and reaches her hand back to guide his cock inside her. “Just… can you please be gentle at first? Someone was rough with me once, and it hurt. “You taste so good, Debi,” she murmured, her hand massaging my boob, her kisses moving downward. “No!” I insisted. But she didn’t seem to be in the mood to listen to my protestations. She kissed her way down my neck, nibbling at my flesh and making me tingle. “I’m not a lesbian,” I said firmly. “Of course you’re not, and neither am I, but we’re going to have some fun together and I’m going to arrange for you to get some cock later, just like you want.” “No,” I said firmly as her kisses reached. "But we just shot to minus ten on the dog-o-meter!"A few feet away, Michele had been helping Tony unpack and arranged his lenses over the last ten minutes, smiling fondly every time he would moan about the light, temperature, or yet again the absence of blossoms."Always the perfectionist!" Michele mused, taking genuine pleasure working with him as always. Time was rumors used to buzz that the two of them were more than just 'professionally' connected. Unfortunately, it simply wasn't true. Much.