‘PETE!!’ I started running towards my friend’s convertible while he laughed at me. He opened the passenger door for and I jumped in and wrapped ...im in a hug like I always do when I see him. It was different this time, it was like neither of us wanted to let go. When we pulled away I saw a look of reluctance on his face before he said ‘Wow…you clean up nice.’ I saw his eyes travel from my bare throat and stopping for a second on my chest then down further until he again stopped where my skirt. In the way she shaped her red, full lips to emit those guttural sounds that she makes for the correct pronunciation of those impossible to pronounce French words, you always wanted to ejaculate in her mouth. You always wanted to listen to her gurgle your cum while adding accent graves to her words of delight before she swallows. ‘Ooh, la, la.’ Maybe now that you know my brainwave technique is the time for your old French teacher to blow you. You’d love for her to suck your cock while you felt. She was finding it hard to think about anything beside Nikki's hand on her arm and the perfume Nikki wore."Oh, no -- it would show too much. It's built into the bolero. Over your head, now..." she said, as she helped Jo slip the soft top on."Now, isn't that soft... and warm... and niiiiccce?" she said as she smoothed wrinkles out of the material along Jo's sides from her shoulders to her waist; her hands rested momentarily on Jo's hips, holding her gently, pulling her back against Nikki's body. I gathered her face in my hands roughly and kissed her again more violently even than before moving rapidly down to her neck planting angry kisses all the way and then leaning back a little I lifted her body up and began fucking her slowly but with an unreserved venom that before Vicki I had never known. Eventually I tired of fucking her that way and without removing my cock from her warm tight pussy I twisted us around carefully and ended up with Vicki on her back and me kneeling between her.