She removed her own jeans to reveal a very pretty little pair of primrose-coloured nylon panties, and then pulled off her tee-shirt and a matching bra...came into view, which covered her modest tits.Next, she lay back on her bed, lifted her knees and parted her legs.“Like what you see?” she asked me.“I do, but aren’t you going to take your panties off?”“Not yet. You aren’t going to cum yet, are you?”“I can wait.”“Make sure that you do because I want to watch it happen when I am done.”She started. ‘Do I need my diaphragm?’ she asked. I don’t know why her question struck me as funny. It may have been the way she was standing next to the bed, waiting to find out if she should pull the covers back and get in or go into the bathroom. It may also have been that my cock was tired from the afternoon marathon and I was sure I couldn’t perform. ‘What’s funny?’ she asked. ‘For the first time in my life, I’m sexually drained. Get in bed, Paige.’ She joined me at the middle of the bed and let me. After seeing Alisa in that dress (white beauty in black), I was so turned-on. She was looking so sexy like a miss world. I started praising her and pulled her towards me and kissed her. We were kissing passionately, deeply sucking each other’s lips, exchanging saliva, and caressing each other’s hairs. Our kissed lasted for a good 15-20 minutes. My dick was fully erect now and was touching her pussy over the one-piece. She could feel it.Then I started caressing her back and butts. I pressed her. “Moira,” he began to protest, leaning away from me for a moment, “what are you doing?” “What happened the other night was amazing,” I began, pulling him towards me to where our faces were only inches apart. “I wanted it and I still want it.” Once I was done talking I pulled him to my lips and kissed him gently. I knew that in that moment he was mine again. His body relaxed into my kiss and shortly after he was kissing me back. His kisses were harder than mine but I matched up to them. There was.