"I can't help it, this thing has a mind of its own sometimes and it can be pretty uncomfortable to wear jeans some days." I whispered back.I turned my...eyes back to the video, trying to take my mind off my raging erection and the hot girl next to me when I heard something that almost made me choke."Need some help?" asked Kristina, smiling.Before I could answer she reached into my lap and grabbed my penis through my jeans, running her small hands up and down the length."Oh my." She whispered,. She brought me some Kleenex and invited me to remove any clothes that I felt were constricting me. After I had, she blithely removed the rest of her clothes in a straight-forward fashion that was more erotic than any stripper's performance.Watching her pet her pussy drove me to the edge of orgasm, and my own strokes were almost redundant. She watched my movements and ejaculation, then waited for me to recover my breath. The orgasm she brought herself was as dramatic as, if somewhat shorter. "Come on! Now! You don't want to go against me." So, she leaded forward and I grabbed her head and pushed it into my ass and I felt her tongue start to lick my asshole. "Fuckin-A bitch, lick my ass. You nasty fuckin' whore." I was really getting off on it and my cock was throbbing and twitching as she licked my ass. "Now suck on it. Suck on my hole." So she started to suck my asshole and I groaned and laid my head back against the back cushion of the sofa. "OOOOOH FUCK baby, you. I've felt bad about that day almost since it first happened. Every time I wanted to come over and apologize, you'd look at me so mean that I'd lose my nerve. I wanted to end our fighting this whole time." Well, since we're up here in the balcony anyway, maybe we should kiss and make up." Again with the serious, hopeful attempt which could be taken as a joke."I'd like that. Denise won't like it though." Why not? She's the one who suggested this." I think that was only because she figured that we.