My right thumb was circling over her visible hooded cleft of her camel-toe, and my left moving up and down her slit. Her mouth opened and her hips be...an to move in response to my thumbs. I moved my left hand up to unzip her top, which opened easily and revealed her pretty, sheer, and lacy bra.She was soaking wet, and all worked up. I stood up, offered her my hand which she took, and pulled herup. We kissed again and stumbled over the cushions and down the hall to her bedroom. Whenwe got in. "My name is PrincessTori," she said, introducing herself.I nodded. Her grip was warm and firm. Her eyes were a shade of blue; they shone mischievously: diamond pinpricks in her pupils captured the reflection of the dim overhead lights.We got to talking & the first thing I noticed was that she was very opinionated. I could tell she had goals & was an achiever like me; but I just couldn’t figure her out as a person. In my mind, I had already scored & my friends seemed to notice it as well. My. “Keep it bubbly,” she cooed.John began grinding her softly. They resumed kissing and caressing. John’s hand found a breast and he concentrated on that. Sue’s legs slid up, and they found a comfortable position. John was careful not to rub too hard or fast, knowing his briefs could easily irritate her. Sue directed his head to her ear, and John licked and sucked her earlobe. They stayed like this awhile, sounds of delight coming from both of them.“Take those off,” Sue said.John stopped. It seemed the same but I wasn't used to seeing it from this angle. I noticed things. The furniture she picked out for the entrance way; the formal dining table set with placemats and silver, the large bouquet of flowers in the center; the narrow glimpse into the living room with its sectional couch and matching everything; and Delia, standing there in a short, yellow sundress that showed off her tanned shoulders and just a hint of cleavage. I had to admit, she was still one of the most.