I was so confused. How did she want me to prove it? I knew I was bigger than what she drew. Was she kidding? Was she hitting on me? I just didn't thin... it was possible for her to want me like I wanted her. "What, should I just whip it out right here? I know I'm bigger than that! So should I just whip it out or what?" I said just to see what her reaction was. "I don't know? I don't care," she said as she looked at me.I thought, is she serious? "Okay, I'm gonna just whip it out. Right now, here I. “Three months.” Jason rolled on his side to face me and his fingers brushed my neck as he moved my hair over my shoulders. I shivered in delight. “Are you thinking…?”“Fuck me,” I breathed.Jason made a sound, a laugh or a groan or a combination of both, and his fingers slipped into the heavy fall of my hair as his mouth hungrily covered mine. From the first touch of our lips, something was different. It was less teasing and playing and laughing and more intensity. So much more intensity. It took. Oh my God!" and with that she came.Becca wiped up some of her friends juices and licked her fingers, watching her as she lay sweaty and panting."Morning." She smiled at her."M-morning," breathed Chrissie, rolling into her to kiss."That was the best wake up ever! You're such a horny bitch." She smiled and they lay kissing again.Later that morning, as they had earlier that week, they sat outside eating Fruitloops. It was another hot summer's day, and the girls sat talking and gossiping. Soon they. Joan wondered how many other women she had aroused in this fashion, how many other mothers she had seduced.The pretty girl was gazing hungrily at Joan. As had happened before, Joan’s cunt was responding to those smouldering eyes, to the view of her succulent cunt. She felt a rippling sensation flow from her cunt, outward, along the inner surface of her thighs, up her flat stomach. The crotch of her lacy panties became moist, then very wet. Her own fingers started sliding the hem of her skirt.