It’s Becky Robinson. Thanks for getting me home last night.”“No problem. How are you feeling?”“A little hung-over. And a lot embarrassed. I�...�m sorry about anything offensive I said.”“Offensive? If you mean the spanking thing, I wasn’t offended.”“Oh. Good, well thanks again –““If you’re still up for it, we could.”She felt butterflies in her stomach. “I’m not sure.”A pause. “No problem.”She knew she should have ended the call then but it had been so long and he seemed quite buff. “We could meet. You dont have to pity me, you mutter, and I pull away, offended. Do you think Im doing this out of pity? I ask, getting off of your lap and sitting down, my shirt in my hands. I look away, biting my lip. No! I just…cant believe youd want me like this. And you have a boyfriend, so we shouldnt….but I want to! you stammer, and you grab my hand. I look at you, then look away again. You kiss my cheek sheepishly, and push me back onto your pillow. You then take my shirt from my hands and put it on. She put her index finger inside and took it out. It was a bit painful but was enough to make me horny. As she withdrew her finger, I saw her finger coated with a shiny film of pussy juice. She licked her finger and exclaimed “wow!” She again put her finger in, pulled it out and put it in my mouth and said: “molu, check out ur taste!” I slowly licked it, felt it nice. She again inserted her finger and rubbed my clit. I felt my body burning. I cannot stop sexual desires. “Moleeeeeeeee….speed up. His thumb brushed gently across my nipple and it responded by getting tighter and added a bonus of warmth in the pit of my stomach and lower. Minnie Mouse was trying to get him to agree to a lunch date when I decided that two could play at this game. I slowly reached my hand up and ran a finger along the obvious bulge in his slacks. I could feel his thighs tighten slightly, then relax and spread to give me more room. His hand that was kneading my breast, was now slowly gathering up the.