And I need a whole lot.”“You’re a slut, aren’t you?” Zachary chuckled.“Takes one to know one, doesn’t it?” Nicole laughed. “I’ve s...en you with that hot brunette on your arm. She reminds me of Hedy Lamarr. She is one foxy woman.”“We’re only friends,” he declared.“Yeah, right!” Nicole got up to leave. “I bet she fucks you silly whenever you want. I’ve seen her with you at that party a year back. When she looks at you, there’s love in her eyes. I bet she loves giving you blow jobs too.”“It’s more. Our passion continued to increase, as the intensity of our kisses grew and I found myself unbuttoning her top to stroke the subtle roughness of the lace beneath it, as I cupped and stroked her breast through her bra, moving my kisses down to her neck. As my face gently nuzzled her bra, I tried moving my hand downward, stroking her thighs and up under her skirt to cup and squeeze her ass. She reciprocated by unbuttoning my shirt as well, stroking my chest with her hands and circling my nipples. Bethany had to French kiss him and did so, lingering longer than usual over his tongue.Bernard eased her back on the piano stool. Her already soaking panties offered no line of resistance; her legs fell naturally each way over the edge of the piano stool. Her black skirt left covering her white skin. Her blouse and cardigan comfortably sidelined to expose her breasts. Monsignor went for touch first, under her skirt, his fingers feeling for the petal wet labia. So mushily fleshly sticky. Her. We’re here to have a good time, and eat a meal to die for. I’ve been told…’ Brenda continued on, not noticing that Sarah was lost in her own world. Sarah could still see the picture in her mind of Mark lying there in their bed, the sheets only partially covering his lean, masculine body. She looked down on his sleeping form, his wavy black hair ruffled, his face peaceful and his eyelids closed concealing dark eyes that burned with passion when they made love. Mark never exercised as such, but.