Our lips met, firm at first, then melting into a soft wet kiss. Our tongues played with each other, wrapping around like two snakes. I knew I had to h...ve him.I opened my legs, and he repositioned his body, letting his groin settle in between my legs. I felt his cock growing hard between my legs, and I knew that Micheline hadn’t been exaggerating. He was long, and thick. And he would soon be inside of me.We broke our kiss, and we each hurriedly striped out of our sleepwear. Naked, he lay on top. Phil knew her games by now.He smirked. “Because, I was kinda stammer-y the first time we talked, and I feel like I just annoyed you the second time.”“I wasn’t trying to be mean. I just didn’t think either of us would get much out of our conversation.” Olivia replied.“Not one for small talk?” Phil asked, relaxing his posture and taking a hold of his burger.Olivia shook her head. “If you told me something you never told anyone before and left, that’s a better conversation than small talk for. Before I knew what was happening I was spraying another load of sperm on to the front row of guests.When the show finally ended, I cleaned up and re-appeared in my red outfit ready for some flirting and drinking. My audience didn’t disappoint. There was a lot more flirting than usual as they had seen me allow random members to, not only touch, but lick and suck me. Suddenly, I was even more popular than I’d ever been before.More men were groping me and rubbing their hands down my chest as I. But when, even after getting to know what a sullen little bitch Jenny could be, he just intensified his patriarchal affection. He always had a funny quip, a happy smile and a fatherly confidence in her. She felt love from him, honest-to-god love, from this old man who wanted nothing from her. And it took his hands on her shoulders, his lab coat scraping her nipples and his breath on her neck to understand she loved him. Not in the way she loved Philip, in fact it occurred to her as his lips.