“Around six would be fine. Dinner should be ready about seven. Some sparkling white wine would be good. There’s no other alcohol here so if you wa...t wine or beer for yourself, bring that too.”“Okay, six it is.”As soon as Claire opened the door to her apartment, I could smell chicken being roasted.“Hello, dinner’s already cooking,” she said, reaching up and kissing my cheek. “It will be about an hour, which should give us plenty of time. I’ve already prepared so let’s head to my bedroom.”She. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing with this girl, but he just could not resist her. He watched as she ran toward him, her rounded tits bouncing inside the tight blue jersey dress she had on. He could feel himself stiffen and shifted in his seat to allay it. He’d known Libbie for nearly six years, her family moving in across the street from his house, but had only really noticed her over the past year. At twenty four, she had been a late bloomer but had filled out in all the right places. Ashley had counted six kisses, and they were all to people that she couldn't see. "Sandra?" Ashley said as she turned to her friend who was still standing behind her. "I'm right here." Sandra pulled Ashley's head further around and gave her the last kiss to welcome her. She licked against Ashley's lips, which parted and allowed her tongue to slip through and slide against hers. Ashley turned in Sandra's arms and pressed against her soft lips. As their tongues continued to move against each. I knew he could and would, if I didn't play along. Even though I could have, I didn't want to stop him. I am ashamed of that."Reggie, I'm holding his balls while he fucks you," I said."Knowing that makes it better doesn't it Reggie?" he asked.She was having a full emotional break down, when she almost screamed, "Yes." Reggie do you want me to finish fucking you first, or do you want to see me fuck Sylie first?" he asked. "You can see her in pain like she is seeing you." Please do her I want to.