I heard her begin to moan again so I slowedmy pace, teasing her, not wanting her to cum just quite yet. Shewhispered and begged me to go deeper but wi...h every plea I went slower. The taste of her warm pussy upon my lips was making me incrediblyhorny, I had to taste every single inch of her. And with that i raised myhead from her sweetness, got out of the pool and quickly lead her up tomy bedroom, where this had all started earlier. As soon as we got throughmy room she began to literly rip. Do you understand me? No pussy, no blow jobs. No fingering his asshole. Tell him you have the flu or something. Call me in the afternoons, so that I know that you are doing as you are told. OK?"OK.And so life went on as normal, more or less, except that Melanie now made a daily phone call to John. John would ask her if she had done as she was told, and she would reply that she had.One day, though, John asked her how she was doing. If she needed to cum.And she did... as usual during these. We spoke online only, and this would be our first meeting. Morally I wasn't sure how to go about it, only addressing the fact that I was highly attracted to this older man living 2 provinces away. I just knew I wanted him. Does this make me a slut? Probably. I decided that it didn't matter, and I did not care as nobody knew about us. We were both private people, and consenting adults. The only difference was the 16 year age gap. “Do I look like a slut?” The thought came to mind as I. Fiona stood between themwith her back to the audience and gradually she pushed her hands beneaththe night dress of each girl and until she reached their breasts. Shebegan to stroke and caress both girls" breasts as the volume of the musicbegan to rise again. The girls threw back their heads as Fiona continuedto feel and squeeze their breasts. Fiona leant towards the girl to herright, kissed her and you could see her tongue flicking out into themouth of the girl. She repeated the kiss with the.