And oh how her tongue went-a-courting, two tongues in a dashing waltz around the dance floor of my mouth.I'd exchanged drunken kisses with girls befor..., usually in clubs in the small hours of the morning. Nothing ever came of those encounters. Ships in the night, as they say.But kissing Mandy was not a careless statement of my latent bisexuality, a brazen act of "look at me". When we kissed something inside of me burst open, a seedpod scattering possibilities to the wind. I found my self. And it's not 'professor' anymore. Call me Gregg." Gregg responded, patting her on the hand that lay on the chair's armrest. On the second pat, she captured his hand in hers and gave it a squeeze, running her thumb over his fingers, keeping that same level stare into his eyes."Okay, I'll hold you to that — every word," she said somewhat mysteriously before standing up to refill her glass. Gregg could see she was considering something, but by the time he had thought to try his new mind-reading. He felt her stiff nipple against his palm and he thrilled as he realized she was actually allowing him to do this with her. Sucking on her tongue as Glenda had taught him to do, he released the tie of her robe and began running his hand over her naked body. Pamela Prinz moaned lowly as her son’s hand explored her body. She wrapped her fingers about his man-sized prick and began a slow up-and-down motion as his mouth took in her hot tongue. She felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest and her. Tristan Northam had sex with me, and I freakin' passed out on him. Nice, Cassius! Great piece of ass you were I'm sure, he psychologically tormented himself with sly sarcasm. Ironically, it was his coping mechanism, which was a curse and a blessing at the same time. Stop staring at him. But he couldn't. It was the first time he saw Tristan sleeping so peacefully. The werewolf was reclined on his back, black sheets tangled right below his waist, and his steel hard shaft had caused a tent to.