Go for it!” I sat up and grabbed a tit in each hand. I was so deliriously thrilled that I barely knew what I was doing. I squeezed, and squished, an... squashed them. I slid my hand under her boobs and juggled them up and down. She must have thought I was an idiot, but I didn’t care. “Ooo, sweaty palms. That feels kind of nice.” She never stopped stroking my dick the whole time. “I like when a man plays with my nipples.” I took the hint and went for those alluring ovals of tawny brown flesh. When. As she walked by overconfidently, I threw the Queen on the partially cleared table, and while she was trying to catch her breath from being thrown down hard on the table, knowing she wasn’t wearing any panties I shoved my rock hard dick in her gooey pussy. I held her arms at her wrists as I pounded her pussy until she came, then I changed strokes and began using long slow, but firm, strokes driving her wild. After she came the second time I began taunting her. “Who does this pussy belong to?” I. “Shit! Speaking ill of the dead.” “Shania,” I spoke softly, my eyes focused on those incredibly pointed toes of her black shoes, “you’re just telling the truth, in confidence, to a friend.” There was a long silence. Her voice was just a whisper. “Tomorrow?” She paused. “Will you still be my friend tomorrow, when all this is over?” “Yeah, I will. No matter what happens today, I’ll be here for you tomorrow.” “Will you take me into your bed tonight?” My breath caught in my throat. I shook my head. She grabs my hips and pulling me to her kisses my stomach, her hand slowly rubbing up and down on my thigh. Olivia begins to kiss her way up to my breasts. Kissing round and round, getting closer to my nipple, her hand playing with my other breast. I feel her fingers rubbing against my quickly dampening lips. When I feel her tongue lightly lick my nipple at the same time her finger starts sliding inside me I moan for her, my hands in her hair holding her in place wanting her to continue. I.